The flying saucers

Head on down

The flying saucers
Workin' down the mine, it is a cold and dirty place
Livin' ain't easy boy, it's a low down mean disgrace
It's the only job around, so it's the one i chose
And i need the money boy, to buy myself some clothes
So, head on down, head on down-down-down
Head on down, head on down... down the mine

Livin' ain't easy since i started diggin' coal
I get home every night, i look like old black joe
My woman don't recognise me till i've washed the dirt away
Says, go away you dirty old man, find somewhere else to play
And head on down, head on down, head on down-down-down
Head on down, head on down... down the mine

[spoken]
Dig boy, dig!
Pick up that shovel man...
Watch out for big iron

Livin' ain't easy boy, the work is mighty hard
Your back will ache, your feet get sore, you hands been cut 'n' charred
The darkness and the loneliness will really blow your mind
But one will get used to it after you've done some time
So, head on down, head on down, head on down-down-down
Head on down, head on down... down the mine

[spoken]
Dig boy, dig!

Well, head on down-down-down, head on down
Head on down-down-down, head on down
Head on down... down the mine
Won't you head on down-down-down
Head on down-down-down
Head on down-down-down
Head on down-down-down
Head on down... down the mine

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