Camp Bird Mine — текст песни (C.W. Mccall)

(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