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Way out in Colorado, in the Campbird Mine
Down deep in the darkness, on Level Nine Where the water trickles, an' yer blood runs cold There's a lonesome miner, still lookin' fer gold He's way - down - deep... In the Campbird Mine... He never sees the snow fall, never knows the spring 'Cause it's eternal midnight, where he does his thing He never feels the sunlight, doesn't need the moon He's had his lamp a burnin', since ninety two He's way - down - deep... In the Campbird Mine... Way - Down - Deep... Way - Down - Deep... Way - Down - Deep... Way - Down... In the Campbird Mine... They say you never see him, you just know he's there But you can hear his hammer, in the devil's lair Where the silver sparkles, an' yer blood runs cold There's a phantom miner, still lookin' fer gold He's way - down - deep... In the Campbird Mine... Way - Down - Deep... Way - Down - Deep... Way - Down - Deep... Way - Down - DEEEEEEP In the Campbird Mine... |
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