just a miner in a mining town. I
dig like a mole in a hole in the ground.
When the sun comes up till the sun goes down,
I don't see much sun when I'm down in the ground.
Soft coal and hard coal and lead and zinc
and all other kinds of hard stuff.
Got up this mornin' in the same ol' way,
Drunk my hot coffee to start off my day.
My wife gimme breakfast in
Just walkin' along, watchin' the sun come up, I
was just thinkin' and wonderin'.
Centralia here is a pretty little town.
Illinois for miles around.
Can't see too good with my eyes full of sleep
though. I'm gonna quit mining some
day and I'm gonna sleep about a week.
Dream myself up a lot of pretty dreams
and pretty mine bosses and
and pretty women all over the place.
Most men don't talk what's
about different ways of dying down
But every morning we walk
about the mines caving in,
One little wild spark of fire
blowin' us sky high and crooked.
One little spark blowin' us
Up to shake hands with all the
gate and stand and laugh,
An elevator man drops us down his shaft,
and crawl different places
With fumes in our eyes and
Aches an d pains and rheumatism,
All kinds of crazy pictures fly ing
Well, this spark did hit us in the number five,
I don't know if anybody ever did come out alive.
I got carried out with a busted head,
the lady said there's a hundred and eleven of us dead.
Well, this ain't my first explosion,
I come through two cave -ins an d two more fires before this.
Ohio and thirty -six I seen in
And there's a hundred and eleven here in
Well, it seems like the very best men go down,
they don't come back in these mining towns.
Keep on a -wondering how things would be
if a cave -in had come to the
Or a big explosion of some kind was
to go off up there in them
Wonder what sort of words and messages that
they'd write on their slates.
Wonder if they'd hire anybody
and put in some safety devices,
nine hundred dollars worth.
I think it's just about enough
blow if a spark ever hits it just right.