Oh early in the morning, fore the sunrise They get outta bed an open their eyes Wit dirty old trousers in browns an blacks they pick up their tools and pick up their ax
say way oh, the dust it blows say way oh, the dust it blows
They just march down that road, to Stiltons old mine Just like their elders when the wages were fine But Stilton's long gone, and so is his grace now ain't no one happy in this miserable place
Say way oh, the silver it glows Say way oh, the silver it glows
Down underground its dark and its cold They don't get no breaks they do as their told The dust crews get down on their hands and knees to do anything that angry foreman please
Say way oh, the dust it blows Say way oh, the silver it glows
But the foreman hes under the Dukes greedy thumb Making them miners work till they're numb They pull out that silver and make that man rich An' come home broken, face black as pitch
Say way oh, the dust it blows Say way oh the silver it glows
An' up in that palace, where the greedy Duke hides there's riches and treasures he ne'er divides But down in Batista, a dirty wind blows The stews are thin and there's rags for clothes
Oh the Dust District, she's a terrible place Put a limp in yer walk, and a scowl on yer face when the miners come back with pittance for pay Makes you wonder why the e'en get up the next day
Say way oh, the dust it blows Say way oh the silver it glows Say way oh, the dust it blows Say way oh the silver it glowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
