(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) 'way out in colorado In the camp bird mine Down deep in the darkness On level nine Where the water trickles An' your blood runs cold There's a lonesome miner Still lookin' for gold He's way down deep... In the camp bird mine He never sees the snowfall Never knows the spring 'cause its 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 camp bird mine Way down deep... Way down deep... Way down deep... Way down... In the camp bird mine They say you never see 'im You just know he's there But you can hear his hammer In the devil's lair Where the silver sparkles An' your blood runs cold There's a phantom miner Still lookin' for gold He's way down deep In the camp bird mine Way down deep... Way down deep... Way down deep... Way down deep... In the camp bird mine