Day 298: music

Day 298:

Some people say a miner is made outta’ mud
A spare port miner’s muscle and blood
Muscle and blood, skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a suit that’s strong

You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to The Company’s store

I was born one mornin’ where there’s no sun to shine
I picked up a laser and flew to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of andesite stone
And the mine boss said, “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to The Company’s store

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