My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer   Than an Irish man who worked an honest day   From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine, he'd make his way down to the mine   Along the dusty road he'd travel   Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go   Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.      He used to tell about the time he got hurt down in the mine   He said he'd never go back down again   But in his heart he knew he would, he did the only thing he could   Kept on walkin' down that road   Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go   Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.      But when he took to drinkin' we knew that he was thinkin'   That his days were quickly coming to an end   He'd only speak of Steamboat Row, he said someday we ought to go   And walk along that dusty road   Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go   Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.