Steel Gulch Riot

I sold my shadow

to the timberline

For a rusty spade and a bottle of rye

Now the creek runs dry but the shovel still bites Underneath these

cold black coal-mining nights (mmmmm)

Digging down to the iron bone No path back to the valley

home!

We strike the vein,

we break the

stone (yeah)

There's a fever

sleeping in the deep clay

Takes a hard-nosed man to wash it away

So I swing the iron,

I don't look back

Just another ghost on a dead-end track (ahhhh)

Digging down to the iron bone

No path back to the valley home!

We strike the vein,

we break the stone

(break it down!)