From the recording Pass It On Down

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Written by Brent Hoad, Stephen Phillips, Ian Byrne, Norman Dahlor / Lyrics by Brent Hoad © Elders Pub Music 2002

Lyrics

Now the last ten years I've worked in the mines
Counting the hours of the day
‘Til I could wash off the dust from my bones
And spend what's left of my pay
Oh I wish I was back in the company store
With a local girl on my arm
Where a pint and a kiss and a fiddler's reel
Could keep me safe and warm

It's fire in the hole man run for your life
A long blue vein of coal
Out of the dark and into the light
A dollar a day to sell your soul
And live through the fire in the hole

Well I'm fumblin' now for words to say
What's caught behind my tongue
‘Cus I'm shaky now 'bout all the things
I knew when I was young
Just dreamin' tonight that I'm wide awake
A thousand feet under the ground
And a thousand souls under all that weight
Of heaven pressing us down


It's fire in the hole man run for your life
A long blue vein of coal
Out of the dark and into the light
A dollar a day to sell your soul
And live through the fire in the hole

Now a nation will rise from the work we do
Making millionaires night and day
So I'll sign us up with the union man
To get us the rest of our pay
Now we'll strike every day if it comes to that
I coughed every night for a year and a half
We'll meet them at the gates with bullets and some mates
And a few men won't come back

It's fire in the hole man run for your life
A long blue vein of coal
Out of the dark and into the light
A dollar a day to sell your soul
And live through the fire in the hole