歌曲 | Dark as a Dungeon |
歌手 | Kathy Mattea |
专辑 | Coal |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Come and listen you fellows so young and so fine | |
And seek not your fortunes in the dark dreary mines | |
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul | |
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal | |
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
It’s a many a man | |
I have known in my day | |
Who lived just to labor his whole life away | |
Like the fiend with his dope or a drunkard his wine | |
A man will have lust for the lure of the mines | |
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Well, the midnight or the morning or the middle of day | |
Is the same to the miner digging away | |
Where the demons of death often come by surprise | |
One fall of the slate and you’re buried alive | |
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Well, I hope when | |
I'm gone and the ages shall roll | |
My body will blacken and turn into coal | |
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home | |
And pity the miner digging my bones | |
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Oh, it’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines |
Come and listen you fellows so young and so fine | |
And seek not your fortunes in the dark dreary mines | |
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul | |
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
It' s a many a man | |
I have known in my day | |
Who lived just to labor his whole life away | |
Like the fiend with his dope or a drunkard his wine | |
A man will have lust for the lure of the mines | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Well, the midnight or the morning or the middle of day | |
Is the same to the miner digging away | |
Where the demons of death often come by surprise | |
One fall of the slate and you' re buried alive | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Well, I hope when | |
I' m gone and the ages shall roll | |
My body will blacken and turn into coal | |
Then I' ll look from the door of my heavenly home | |
And pity the miner digging my bones | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Oh, it' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines |
Come and listen you fellows so young and so fine | |
And seek not your fortunes in the dark dreary mines | |
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul | |
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
It' s a many a man | |
I have known in my day | |
Who lived just to labor his whole life away | |
Like the fiend with his dope or a drunkard his wine | |
A man will have lust for the lure of the mines | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Well, the midnight or the morning or the middle of day | |
Is the same to the miner digging away | |
Where the demons of death often come by surprise | |
One fall of the slate and you' re buried alive | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Well, I hope when | |
I' m gone and the ages shall roll | |
My body will blacken and turn into coal | |
Then I' ll look from the door of my heavenly home | |
And pity the miner digging my bones | |
Where it' s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew | |
Where danger is double and pleasures are few | |
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines | |
It' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines | |
Oh, it' s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines |