Come on you muckin' slushers,
You jack leg drillers and blasters,
The price of Uranium is up and there's money to make!
Come on ya big rock bolters,
Who answer to the name of 'miner',
This old boom town is still around,
On the shores of Elliot Lake.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
When it's daylight on the townsite,
And midnight away down under,
I can hear the shift boss say 'she's a muckin' out well!'
With hard hats, boots and oilers,
We're off to scale the stope, boys;
Goodbye town we're a goin' down,
To the belly of a man made hell.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
In the afternoon we'll cage up,
To the surface and home to supper,
But we'll all meet at the Algoden later tonight;
Where the wine and the beer and the singin',
Kinda gets a good miner swingin';
And we'll dance around this whole damn town 'til the sun comes shinin' bright.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
Come on you muckin' slushers,
You jack leg drillers and blasters,
The price of Uranium is up and there's money to make!
Come on ya big rock bolters,
Who answer to the name of 'miner',
This old boom town is still around,
On the shores of Elliot Lake.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
One hell of a song for a miner!
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Come on you muckin' slushers,
You jack leg drillers and blasters,
The price of Uranium is up and there's money to make!
Come on ya big rock bolters,
Who answer to the name of 'miner',
This old boom town is still around,
On the shores of Elliot Lake.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
When it's daylight on the townsite,
And midnight away down under,
I can hear the shift boss say 'she's a muckin' out well!'
With hard hats, boots and oilers,
We're off to scale the stope, boys;
Goodbye town we're a goin' down,
To the belly of a man made hell.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
In the afternoon we'll cage up,
To the surface and home to supper,
But we'll all meet at the Algoden later tonight;
Where the wine and the beer and the singin',
Kinda gets a good miner swingin';
And we'll dance around this whole damn town 'til the sun comes shinin' bright.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
Come on you muckin' slushers,
You jack leg drillers and blasters,
The price of Uranium is up and there's money to make!
Come on ya big rock bolters,
Who answer to the name of 'miner',
This old boom town is still around,
On the shores of Elliot Lake.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
One hell of a song for a miner!
You jack leg drillers and blasters,
The price of Uranium is up and there's money to make!
Come on ya big rock bolters,
Who answer to the name of 'miner',
This old boom town is still around,
On the shores of Elliot Lake.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
When it's daylight on the townsite,
And midnight away down under,
I can hear the shift boss say 'she's a muckin' out well!'
With hard hats, boots and oilers,
We're off to scale the stope, boys;
Goodbye town we're a goin' down,
To the belly of a man made hell.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
In the afternoon we'll cage up,
To the surface and home to supper,
But we'll all meet at the Algoden later tonight;
Where the wine and the beer and the singin',
Kinda gets a good miner swingin';
And we'll dance around this whole damn town 'til the sun comes shinin' bright.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
Come on you muckin' slushers,
You jack leg drillers and blasters,
The price of Uranium is up and there's money to make!
Come on ya big rock bolters,
Who answer to the name of 'miner',
This old boom town is still around,
On the shores of Elliot Lake.
Time cards in and out, up and down cages,
Gonna make a heaven outta hell earned wages;
Come on clerky, pay me now!
I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'
And there ain't no music finer,
She's a damn good song for a miner,
A damn good song for a miner.
One hell of a song for a miner!