Dust in the air, all through the mine It's concrete on your lungs and you're old before your time Ye may walk on board a ship and you've gone to foreign lands You may walk upon the farm and rub the dirt through your hands Even in an office you can breath air fresh and fine But you're coughing and you're spitting dust a' walking down the mine Dust in the air, all through the mine It's concrete on your lungs and you're old before your time The coal seam's rich and gleaming high, it's far beneath the soil Black gold is what they call it and it's won with sweat and toil But when you shift is over, and you've gone to have your rest You'll never get to spend black gold when it's lying on your chest Dust in the air, all through the mine It's concrete on your lungs and you're old before your time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qD42gnAjo4
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