three miles down lyrics – gil scott-heron

here come the mine cars; it’sd*mn near dawn.
another shift of men, some of my friends, comin’ on.
hard to imagine workin’ in the mines;
coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
i’ve listened to the speeches,
but it occours to me politicians just don’t understand;
the thoughts of isolation, ain’t no sunshine underground.
it’s like workin’ in a graveyard three miles down.

d*mn near a legend as old as the mines:
things that happen in the pits just don’t change with the times.
work ’till you’re exhausted in too little sp*cwe.
a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
somebody signs a paper, ev’ry body thinks it’s fine,
but taft and hartley ain’t done one day in the mines.
you start to stiffen! you heard a crackin’ sound!
it’s like workin’ in a graveyard three miles down.

/ gil scott heron lyrics