Come all you young fellows, so fair and so fine,
Oh, seek not your fortune, way down in the mine.

It will form as a habit, and darken your soul,
'til the blood in your veins runs as black as the coal.

Where it's dark as a dungeon, and damp as the dew.
Where the danger is doubled, and the pleasures are few.

Where the rain never falls, and the sun never shines.
It's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine.

- Travis

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