Grandpa Jones Dark As A Dungeon
COME LISTEN YOUNG FELLOWS SO YOUNG AND SO FINE
AND SEEK NOT YOUR FORTUNE IN THE DARK DREARY MINES
IT WILL FOR AS A HABIT AND SEEP IN YOUR SOUL
'TIL TH STREAM OF YOUR BLOOD RUNS AS BLACK AS THE COAL
WHERE IT'S DARK AS A DUNGEON AND DAMP AS THE DEW
WHERE THE DANGERS ARE DOUBLE AND THE PLEASURES ARE
FEW
WHERE THE RAIN NEVER FALLS AND THE SUN NEVER SHINES
IT'S DARK AS DUNGEON WAY DOWN IN THE MINES
THERE'S MANY A MAN WHO I'VE KNOWN IN MY DAY
WHO LIVED JUST TO LABOR HIS WHOLE LIFE AWAY
LIKE A FRIEND WITH HIS DOPE OR A DRUNKARD HIS WINE
A MAN WILL HAVE LUST FOR TE LRE OF THE MINES
WELL I HOPE WHEN I'M GONE AND THE AGES SHALL ROLL
MY BODY WILL BLACKEN AND TURN INTO COAL
THEN I'LL LOOK FROM THE DOOR OF MY HEAVENLY HOME
AND PITY THE MINER THAT'S DIGGING MY BONES
