I slave all day in the dusty dark For my living I risk my neck And at the end of the month all you got for me Is a god damn bob tailed check I mined 49 tons at 71 and a half For 35 dollars and change But them deductions add up to more than that And a working man finds that strange The supplies I need to do my job Break my back like no load of coal can And my drill needs fixing before it's used And you call me a careless man Six dollars to pay for this drafty old shack That you boys oversee And if the god damned dump burned to the ground It wouldn't look no worse to me Got 2 kids at home expecting food from me And that they're still growing is true But when I see a grocery bill looking like this I believe my fathering days are through So all you eager men heading down down down You better heed what I say If you find what you need you best take it with you 'cause they ain't giving nothing away