| COAL MINER'S DREAM |
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| Into the hole goes the little buggie car, Sometimes for miles, sometimes not very far. Dark as a dungeon when you get out of site, Nothing to be seen, but their little beam of light. |
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| The only sound is the digging of the coal, Seems to be all that's in a coal miner's soul. Trying to stay busy for an eight hour shift, Overworked and underpaid, sometimes a double shift. |
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| Time slowly passes, soon dinner in the hole, Jokes and tales passing to soothe every soul. Then back to the machinery everyone runs, Doing their best to get the job done. |
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| The top and the walls seem to crackle at times, But these old time coal miners, don't seem to mind. No one can know what the miners can feel, Except for the stories, they choose to reveil. |
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| The shift will soon be ending, their ready to go, Back to the buggie to leave this dark hole. The dreams of a coal miner, your life will inspire, But looking for the day, their jobs to retire |
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