Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Court of King Caractacus Composer(s): Rolf Harris Performer(s): Rolf Harris; The Irish Descendants
Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by All together, now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by All together, now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now if you want to take some pictures of the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus...
... you're too late! Because they've just... passed... by!
Cara Mia
((Finnish Version: Cara Mia (Matti & Teppo) - 1976))
Composer(s): Mantovani - Bunny Lewis
First release by: David Whitfield & The Mantovani Orch. - 1954
Covered by multiple other artists
Cara Mia why, must we say goodbye? Each time we part, my heart wants to die
My darling hear my prayer, Cara Mia fair Here are my arms you alone will share
All I want is you forever more To have, to hold, to love, adore
Cara Mia mine, say those words devine I'll be your love till the end of time
All I want is you forever more To have, to hold, to love, adore
Cara Mia mine say those words devine I'll be your love till the end of time
The Country's In The Very Best Of Hands Composer(s): Gene de Paul - Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Shelly Manne and multiple other artists
Them city folks and friends Are pretty much alike Though they ain't used to living in the sticks We don't like stone or cement But we is in agreement When we get started talking politics
The country's in the very best of hands The best of hands The best of hands
The treasury says the national debt Is climbing to the sky And government expenditures Have never been so high It makes a fellow get a Gleam of pride when they decide To see how our economy expands The country's in the very best of hands
The country's in the very best of hands The best of hands The best of hands
You oughtta hear the senate When their drawing up a bill Where asses and dimwits are crowded in each conisil (sp.) Such legal terminology Would give your heart a thrill There's phrases there that no one understands The country's in the very best of hands
The building boom, they say Is getting bigger every day And when I asked a feller How could everybody pay He come up with an answer That made everything okay Supplies are getting greater than demands The country's in the very best of hands
Don't you believe them congressmen And senators are dumb When they run into problems That is tough to overcome They just declare something They call the moritorium The upper and the lower house dismans The country's in the very best of hands
Fox Motors is connected to the nominee The nominee's connected to the treasury When he ain't connected to the treasury He sits around on his thigh bone
He sits around in his fancy car This big congressional parking lot Just sits around on the you know what 'Cause there they calls it their thigh bone
Them bones, them bones Gonna rise again Gonna excercise a franchise again Gonna tax us up to our eyes again When he gets them off of their thigh bone
The country's in the very best of hands The best of hands The best of hands
The farm bill should be Eight-nine percent paroty And all their fellow recommends It should be mound at three But eighty, ninety-five percent who cares about decree It's paroty that no one understands The county's in the very best of hands
Them GOP's and democrats Each hates the other one They's always criticizing How the country should be run But neither tell the public What the others gone and done As long as no one knows Where no one stands The country's in the very best of hands
They sits around and just place their ass Where folks in congress has always sat Just sits around on their excess bag Up there they calls it their thigh bone
They sits around till they starts to snore Jumps up and hollers I has the floor Then sits right down where they sats before Up there they calls it their thigh bone
Them bones, them bones Gonna cross again So dignified and so wise again While the budget doubles in size again When it gets them off of their thigh bone
The country's in the very best of hands The best of hands The best of hands
The money that they taxes us That's known as revenues They compound up collaterals Subtracts the residue
Don't worry about the principal And interest it encrues They're shipping all that stuff to foreign lands The country's in the very best of hands
Dire qu'il a fallu mille Dante Pour dire ta splandeur Et mille Botticelli Pour peindre tes couleurs Belle Italie On a beau vivre loin de toi On n'oublie pas ton charme d'autrefois
Mais tes nuits si belles Ont troqué leur dentelle Pour un manteau de peur Pour un manteau de peur On tremble dans tes rues Et les chansons se sont tues Sous tes balcons en fleurs Sous tes balcons en fleurs
Mia cara Italia Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la Ça n'te ressemble pas Ce masque de violence Mia cara Italia Fais que sous ton ciel bleu Tes amoureux Rêvent encore de romance
Dire que tout au long de ma vie J'ai gardé ta douceur Au fond de moi comme une nostalgie Belle Italie... pourquoi tant d'ironie Au moindre mot... qui veut toucher ton coeur
Est-ce vraiment stupide En ces temps fratricides De te parler d'amour De te parler d'amour De se faire une fête Quand un refrain s'entête À chanter les beaux jours À chanter les beaux jours
Mia cara Italia Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la Ça n'te ressemble pas Ce masque de violence Mia cara Italia Fais que sous ton ciel bleu Tes amoureux Rêvent encore de romance
Fire To Ice Composer(s): Billy MacKenzie Performer(s): Associates
So summer came and warmed our smile We talked too much and all the while You know that love can turn so fast I should have known it wouldn't last
Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be
So winter came broke every rule Kiss me goodbye strawberry fool and love can burn from fire to ice I never could take good advice
Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be
Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself You're so sure and at ease with yourself Now you're stronger and need me no more Days are longer and I'm feeling sore At the risk of repeating myself What's the point of defeating yourself Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)
Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be
Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself You're so sure and at ease with yourself Now you're stronger and need me no more Days are longer and I'm feeling sore At the risk of repeating myself What's the point of defeating yourself Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)
The Core Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Marcy Levy Performer(s): Eric Clapton
Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry
Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart And down at my core is the hottest part I can run without fear
If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea 'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me
It is burning It is burning
You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime"
Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart And down at the core is the hottest part We can run without fear
Tenho um peito de lata E um nó de gravata No coração Tenho uma vida sensata Sem emoção Tenho uma pressa danada Não paro pra nada Não presto atenção Nos versos desta canção Inútil
Tira a pedra do caminho Serve mais um vinho Bota vento no moinho Bota pra correr Bota força nessa coisa Que se a coisa pára A gente fica cara a cara Cara a cara cara a cara Bota lenha na fornalha Põe fogo na palha Bota fogo na batalha Bota pra ferver Bota força nessa coisa Que se a coisa pára A gente fica cara a cara Cara a cara cara a cara
Tenho um metro quadrado Um olho vidrado E a televisão Tenho um sorriso comprado A prestação Tenho uma pressa danada Não paro pra nada Não presto atenção Nas cordas desse violão Inútil
Tira a pedra do caminho ...
Tenho o passo marcado O rumo traçado sem discussão Tenho um encontro marcado Com a solidão Tenho uma pressa danada Não moro do lado Não me chamo João Não gosto nem digo que não É inútil
Tira a pedra do caminho ...
Vou correndo, vou-me embora Faço um bota-fora Pega um lenço agita e chora Cumpre o seu dever Bota força nessa coisa Que se a coisa pára A gente fica cara a cara Cara a cara cara a cara Com o que não quer ver
Fire On The Mountain Composer(s): George McCorkle Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band; Candy Coburn; George McCorkle
Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home Had dreams about the west and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail They say heaven's at the end But so far it's been hell
And there's fire on the mountain Lightening in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
We were digging and shifting from five to five Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars Sinning was the big thin Lord And satan was the star
And there's fire on the mountain Lightening in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
Dance hall girls were the evening treat Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street Men were shot down for the sake of fun Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns
And there's fire on the mountain Lightening in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
Now my widow, she weeps by my grave Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame All for a useless and no good worthless claim
And there's fire on the mountain Lightening in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
The Conversation Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.
Hank let's talk about your daddy Tell me how your momma loved that man Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
We won't talk about the habits Just the music and the man (That's All)
Now Hank, you just gotta tell me Did your daddy really write all them songs (Did He?) That don't deserve no answer hoss Let's light up and just move along Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma Or about the man who done her wrong (You know that)
Yeah back then they called him crazy Now a days they call him a saint Now the ones that called him crazy Lord, are still riding on his name
Well if he was here right now Bocefus Would he think that we were right (Do you think he might?) Don't you know he would Waltalja Be right here by our sides If we left for a show in Grover He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride (That's wantin' to go hoss)
Wherever he is I hope he's happy You know I hope he's doing well (Yes I do) He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell I won't ask you no more questions Cuz there stories only Hank can tell
Well back then they called him crazy Now a days they call him a saint Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry And that caused his greatest pain
Let me tell you about lovesick How Miss Audrey loved that man You know I've always loved to listen So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man) Know when we get right down to it Still the most wanted outlaw in the land
The Conversation Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.
Hank let's talk about your daddy Tell me how your momma loved that man Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
We won't talk about the habits Just the music and the man (That's All)
Now Hank, you just gotta tell me Did your daddy really write all them songs (Did He?) That don't deserve no answer hoss Let's light up and just move along Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma Or about the man who done her wrong (You know that)
Yeah back then they called him crazy Now a days they call him a saint Now the ones that called him crazy Lord, are still riding on his name
Well if he was here right now Bocefus Would he think that we were right (Do you think he might?) Don't you know he would Waltalja Be right here by our sides If we left for a show in Grover He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride (That's wantin' to go hoss)
Wherever he is I hope he's happy You know I hope he's doing well (Yes I do) He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell I won't ask you no more questions Cuz there stories only Hank can tell
Well back then they called him crazy Now a days they call him a saint Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry And that caused his greatest pain
Let me tell you about lovesick How Miss Audrey loved that man You know I've always loved to listen So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man) Know when we get right down to it Still the most wanted outlaw in the land
Cara Composer(s): Lucio Dalla Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Cosa ho davanti, non riesco più a parlare dimmi cosa ti piace, non riesco a capire, dove vorresti andare vuoi andare a dormire Quanti capelli che hai, non si riesce a contare sposta la bottiglia e lasciami guardare se di tanti capelli, ci si può fidare
Conosco un posto nel mio cuore dove tira sempre il vento per i tuoi pochi anni e per i miei che sono cento non c'è niente da capire, basta sedersi ed ascoltare Perché ho scritto una canzone per ogni pentimento e debbo stare attento a non cadere nel vino o finir dentro ai tuoi occhi, se mi vieni più vicino.........
La notte ha il suo profumo e puoi cascarci dentro che non ti vede nessuno ma per uno come me, poveretto, che voleva prenderti per mano e cascare dentro un letto..... che pena...che nostalgia non guardarti negli occhi e dirti un'altra bugia A..Almeno non ti avessi incontrato io che qui sto morendo e tu che mangi il gelato
Tu corri dietro al vento e sembri una farfalla e con quanto sentimento ti blocchi e guardi la mia spalla se hai paura a andar lontano, puoi volarmi nella mano ma so già cosa pensi, tu vorresti partire come se andare lontano fosse uguale a morire e non c'e' niente di strano ma non posso venire
Così come una farfalla ti sei alzata per scappare ma ricorda che a quel muro ti avrei potuta inchiodare se non fossi uscito fuori per provare anch'io a volare e la notte cominciava a gelare la mia pelle una notte madre che cercava di contare le sue stelle io li sotto ero uno sputo e ho detto "Ole'" sono perduto
La notte sta morendo ed e' cretino cercare di fermare le lacrime ridendo ma per uno come me l' ho gia detto che voleva prenderti per mano e volare sopra un tetto
Lontano si ferma un treno ma che bella mattina, il cielo e' sereno Buonanotte, anima mia adesso spengo la luce e così sia
Fire Lake Composer(s): Bob Seger Performer(s): Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler Who's gonna make that first mistake Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers All the way to Fire Lake
Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe You remember Uncle Joe He was the one afraid to cut the cake Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah Joe's run off to Fire Lake Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Who wants to brave those bronze beauties Lying in the sun With their long soft hair falling Flying as they run Oh they smile so shy And they flirt so well And they lay you down so fast Till you look straight up and say Oh Lord Am I really here at last
Who wants to play those eights and aces Who wants a raise Who needs a stake Who wants to take that long shot gamble And head out to Fire Lake Head out Who wants to go to Fire Lake And head out Who wants to go to Fire Lake Head out Out to Fire Lake Who's gonna do it
The Continental ((aka The Painless Dentist Song (Allan Sherman))
Composer(s): Con Conrad - Herbert Magidson
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Ginger: Beautiful music... Dangerous rhythm... It's something daring, The Continental A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous' It's very subtle, The Continental Because it does what you want it to do It has a passion, The Continental An invitation to moonlight and romance It's quite the fashion, The Continental Because you tell of your love while you dance Your lips whisper so tenderly Her eyes answer your song Two bodies swaying, The Continental And you are saying just what you're dreaming of So keep on dancing, The Continental For it's a song of romance and of love You kiss while you're dancing
(Fred: Not a bad idea)
The Continental, hmmmmm It's continental You sing while you're dancing Your voice is gentle and sentimental You stroll together arm in arm You nonchalantly glide along with grace and charm You will find while you're dancing That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul A certain rhythm that you can't control And you will do The Continental all the time
Car Wash Composer(s): Norman Whitfield Performer(s): Rose Royce and multiple other artists
Ooh ooh You might not ever get rich But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch There ain't no tellin' who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief
(Workin') At the car wash Workin' at the car wash, girl Come on and sing it with me (Car wash) Sing it with the feelin' ya'all (Car wash, girl)
Ooh!
Some of the work gets kinda hard This ain't no place to be if you planned on bein' a star Let me tell you it's always cool And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act the fool
At the car wash Whoa whoa whoa whoa Talkin' about the car wash, girl Come on, ya'all and sing it for me (Car wash) Oooh oooh oooh (Car wash, girl)
(Work and work) Well, those cars never seem to stop coming (Work and work) Keep those rags and machines humming (Work and work) My fingers to the bone (Work) Can't wait till it's time to go home
(Hey, get your car washed today) Fill up and you don't have to pay Come on and give us a play (Do the wash, right away)
(The car wash) Talkin' 'bout the car wash Car wash, girl Come on, ya'all, let's sing it with me (Car wash) Sing it with feelin', ya'all (Car wash, girl)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa (Car wash) Never seem to stop comin' What'd I say Keep those rags and machines hummin' (Car wash) Let me tell you, it's always cool ...
Fire Island Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt; Jacques Morali; Peter Whitehead Performer(s): Village People
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island)
- it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end It's the place where you'll find me, the sun and sea, the place where love is free, yeah Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end You never know just who you meet, maybe someone out of your wildest fantasies, yeah Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya Don't go in the bushes, don't go, don't go in the bushes Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya, yeah
Don't go in the bushes, no, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end Sea, plane or train will take you there-ere, it's a paradi-ise, there's also bus or cab, yeah Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end We can scream, but let's sing, we can do each other's thi-ing, yeah Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes, no Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya Don't go in the bushes, don't go - in the bushes Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, yeah-eah
Groove at the Ice Palace (get on down at the Monster) Been there, been there (been there at the Blue Whale) Peckin', I'm peckin (peckin' at the Sandpiper) Pumpin, I'm pumpin (pumpin' at the hotel)
(Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times There's a house (fire island) on your back Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back (Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times There's a house (fire island) on your back Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back
The Composer Composer(s): William "Smokey" Robinson Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes; Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
You may not know how To make words rhyme Carry a tune or a clap on time now You may have no knowledge of musical things
But deep down inside of me You have created a melody You're the composer of the song That my heart sings
You may not know what Quarter notes are Or what I mean by Four to the Bar now Such musical terms may be Greek to your ears
But deep down inside of me You have created a melody You're the composer of the song That my heart hears
Now it's a tender song It's like a rhapsody, a symphony This song I find in this heart of mine And it's begging you Let nothing keep us apart Oh, my darling 'Cause you put a song in my heart
Now this song that I find in my heart for you Every lyric and line I swear it's true The number one song on my personal chart
Deep down inside of me You have created a melody You're the composer of the song That's in my heart
Deep down inside of me You have created a symphony You're the composer You put a song in my heart You're the composer You put a song in my heart You're the composer You put a song in my heart
Car Wash
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Well my name is Catherine Lefèvre
I work at the Astrowash on Sunset and Vine
I drop my kids at school in the morning
And I pick them up at Mary's just 'fore suppertime
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well someday I'll sing in a night club
I'll get a million-dollar break
A handsome man will come here with a contract in his hand
And say "Catherine, this has all been some mistake"
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Fire In The Hole Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan
I decline To walk the line They tell me that I'm lazy Worldly wise I realize That everybody's crazy A woman's voice reminds me To serve and not to speak Am I myself or just another freak
Don't you know There's fire in the hole And nothing left to burn I'd like to run out now There's nowhere left to turn
With a cough I shake it off And work around my yellow stripe Should I hide And eat my pride Or wait until it's good and ripe My life is boiling over It's happened once before I wish someone would open up the door
Don't you know There's fire in the hole And nothing left to burn I'd like to run out now There's nowhere left to turn
The Company Town Doctor (aka The Dying Doctor) Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor From the big coal companies he got his pay For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us And now today on his deathbed lay He called his five boys and his three daughters And at his bed we stood around We heard him tell the history of the coal miners And he said, "Don't let these people down"
You are all connected with the practice of medicine You promise you'll keep true I know You will do your best to help these people I close my eyes for I must go His youngest girl was Doctor Betty With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street
She saw the children drink the cankered water She saw the chickens fly up on the roof She saw the waters overflow the sewers And flood their gardens of victory She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company She did not beg and she did not plead She stood flatfooted and pounded the table Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need
My dady told me to fight to cure sickness But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them We need a foundation under every house We need a bathroom for every family Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes Three hundred miners are out behind me We will clean this town or know the reason why
I quit my job as the family doctor I nailed up my shingle and went on my own I carried my pillbag and waded those waters I set by a deathbed in many a home I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard With not a nickel to pay your burying debt
On July the fifteenth from the hills around Three hundred miners walked down through town The state inspector was testing the water While he was working you stood around One miner asked him to have a drink free The inspector looked out toward our pits He set his hat back on his head and says "I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"
I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters When we stood around his dying bed When I walk the streets of the company towns I can hear every word my daddy said The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws The people not worth the money they cost A hundred have died, three hundred not working Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost
