My beer pail is filled up to the brim to cool off a miners thirst   and that dusty road that leads down down down   welcomes a coal man first   Daylight hours don’t hold much for me   was raised beneath a nighttime sky   all I need is the lamp on my head   to look a man in the eye      Bitterness can fill the lungs with dust like in the chambers that we call home   and miners justice will bury the man   who tries to tag my coal as his own   Yet when they call us out we’ll walk the line   and link arms whatever our names   cause red on black is a sickening sight   Irish Welsh and Slavs the same      Through a lifetime filled with endless toil my Daddy took care of his own   On that dusty road he went down down down   To that midnight world that he called home   But the diamonds in a rich man's eyes   Blind him to the miner's fate   That dusty hole took his breath away   It put my old man in his grave