Boys are turned into old, old men
Way down in the cold, dank mines.
Owners watch their bottom dollar
While IMSHA turns a blind eye.
Black as coal, her widow's weeds
There's another price he'll pay
Should he escape the mountain's wrath
Black lung claimed another man today.
It's all about the bottom line.
Much cheaper to send the men
Cheaper still to bury them there
Way down in the cold, dank mines.
Owners put on those "walking shoes"
Made by Bucyrus and Merrin.
Keep that walking dragline working,
No men down in the cold, dank mines.
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It is a shame, what mine owners can get away with. All in the name of profit.
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