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All day, every day, the same all the year round
You scrape and you dig with your bare hands and pick
Working deep underground
Working deep underground

I can still hear the sound of their boots on the ground
Like soldiers march on parade
He'd walk to the mine where he'd wait there in line
To go down the shaft in the cage

To the all day, every day, the same all the year round
You scrape and you dig with your bare hands and pick
Working deep underground
Working deep underground

Then came the shout, they had to get out
The timbers were twisted and cracked
Though many came through he remembers the few
Who he knew would never come back

To the all day, every day, the same all the year round
You scrape and you dig with your bare hands and pick
Working deep underground
Working deep underground

The mine ran deep and the old pit heap
Used to tower up to the sky
Now there's nothing left but the dust on his chest
At times he'll just sit there and cry

All day, every day, the same all the year round
You scrape and you dig with your bare hands and pick
Working deep underground
Working deep underground
Working deep underground

Song Info
Essential to the economy of its day, the coalmining industry has died in the North East. All that's left are the memories - some good, some bad - and the ex-miners whose health has suffered through many years of working in awful conditions underground.
 

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