Tom: A
A E
The price of uranium is up and there's money to make.
D A D A
Come on, you big rock bolters who answer to the name of miner.
D A E A
This old boom town is still around on the shores of Elliot Lake.
[Chorus]
D
Time cards in and out, up and down cages, gonna make heaven out of hell, earn wages.
E
Come on, cleirky, pay me now, I got eighteen holes a-goin' pow, pow, pow.
D A E A
And there ain't no music finer. She's a damned good song for a miner.
E A
A damned good song for a miner.
[Verse]
A D A
When it's daylight on the townsite and midnight a way down under,
A E
I can hear the shift boss say, "She's a muckin' out well."
D A D A
With hard hats, boots and oilers we're off to scale the stoke, boys.
D A E A
Goodbye, town, we're a-goin' down to the belly of a man-made hell.
[Chorus]
D
Time cards in and out, up and down cages, gonna make heaven out of hell, earn wages.
E
Come on, cleirky, pay me now, I got eighteen holes a-goin' pow, pow, pow.
D A E A
And there ain't no music finer. She's a damned good song for a miner.
E A
A damned good song for a miner.
[Verse]
A D A
In the afternoon we'll cage up to the surface and home to supper,
A E
But we'll all meet at the Algoden later tonight.
D A D A
Where the wine and the beer and the singin' kinda get a good miner swingin'.
D A E A
And we'll dance around this whole damned town till the sun comes shinin' bright.
[Chorus]
D
Time cards in and out, up and down cages, gonna make heaven out of hell, earn wages.
E
Come on, cleirky, pay me now, I got eighteen holes a-goin' pow, pow, pow.
D A E A
And there ain't no music finer. She's a damned good song for a miner.
E A
A damned good song for a miner.
[Verse]
A D A
Come on, you muckin' slushers, you jack leg drillers and blasters.
A E
The price of uranium is up and there's money to make.
D A D A
Come on, you big rock bolters who answer to the name of miner.
D A E A
This old boom town is still around on the shores of Elliot Lake.
[Chorus]
D
Time cards in and out, up and down cages, gonna make heaven out of hell, earn wages.
E
Come on, cleirky, pay me now, I got eighteen holes a-goin' pow, pow, pow.
D A E A
And there ain't no music finer. She's a damned good song for a miner.
E A
A damned good song for a miner.
E A
One hell of a song for a miner.
