The Coal Miner
My old man was a good old man skilled in the mining trade
In the stinking heat of the low coal face my old man was made
Down on his knees in the sludge and coal he was not afraid
To finish his stint that was his goal before he came home again
That was my old man
My old man wasn't really old it was just that I was young
He would work all long hours to get the job done
He was friendly to his workmates all his life
Gave his pay packet to his wife
Had a couple of beers on Saturday night
That was my old man
My old man was a tough old man who worked hard all his days
He said if you want what is your right
You'll have to struggle with all your might
They'll rob you blind if you don't fight
That was my old man
My old man was a proud old man at home and on the coal face floor
Until the day they paid him off and showed him to the door
He'd two bad knees and an aching back
A lifetimes work and he's got the sack what was he to do
That was my old man
But his advice is not to lose your grip
But be aware of the man with a silicon chip
Or you may finish on the tip
The same as your old man