Underworld Drive

Five hundred feet beneath the hill

(mhmm) Where the air is cold and the world is still

We swing the pick and we load the car

Far away from the sun and the morning star

Oh,

the black dust clings to a weary hand

Working the deep veins of the land

(Lord, carry me through)

My father mined where I stand today

And the company takes my life away

For a copper coin and a heavy breath

Dancing on the edge of a deep dark death

Oh, the black dust clings to a weary hand

Working the deep veins of the land

(Lord, carry me through)

(oooh, lordy)

Just a coal miner's boy... (mhmm)