Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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Nothing they could do but sit down there with the black coal all around them, and the water rose so quick and cold, an unlikely place to drown. Nine in the mine, trapped down below, down, down, down in the ground and this'll be the day I didn't kiss my wife goodbye, take care of my family I'm buried alive They held their heads up high as they struggled hard to breath and asked the Lord to open his arms for the nine souls he'd receive Nine in the mine, trapped down below, down, down, down in the ground and this'll be the day I didn't kiss my wife goodbye, take care of my family I'm buried alive They lashed themselves together so in death all might be found and prayed there for a miracle some 24 stories down. Nine in the mine, trapped down below, down, down, down in the ground and this'll be the day I didn't kiss my wife goodbye, take care of my family I'm buried alive Down, down, down in the ground. |
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