Working In the Coal Mine - Lee Dorsey

I know what you're thinkin' about I know what you're thinkin' about I know what you're thinkin' about work I know what you're thinkin' about school I know what you're thinkin' about all the time And I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines I work so hard tryin' to make a few bucks I pass the hours in a dream The sweat keeps rollin' off the tip of my nose There's only one thing, keeps me on my feet I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines Watching the gears as they move Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound Is it just wild sex in the working class? After five it's a gas Wild sex in the working class? Countin' minutes gonna get home fast Gonna get home fast Thinkin' of your warm skin while I touch cold steel The days go by to the poundin' beat My back is achin' so bad, 'cause I'm grinnin' inside Thinkin' of you, thinkin' of you keeps me on my feet And I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines Watching the gears as they move Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound Is it just wild sex in the working class? After five it's a gas Is it just wild sex in the working class? Counting minutes gonna get home fast I work so hard I'm thinkin' of you I work so hard, thinkin' of you I work so hard Wild sex in the working class After five it's a gas Wild sex in the working class Countin' minutes gonna get home fast Wild sex in the working class Wild sex, wild sex

Oh, the woman in blue, she's asking for revenge The man in white, that's you, says he has no friends The river is swollen up with rusty cans And the trees are burning in your promised land And there are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes upon your vines And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore And there are no diamonds in the mines And there are no diamonds in the mines Well you tell me that your lover has a broken limb You say you're kinda restless and it's on account of him Well i saw the man in question, it was just the other night He was beating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight And there are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes your the vines And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore And there are no diamonds in the mines And there are no diamonds in the mines Oh there is no comfort in the cover of the witch 'Cause I'm very clever doctor when I sterilized the bitch And the only man of energy and the revolutions pride He drank a hundred women just to kill an unborn child And there are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes upon your vines And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore And there are no diamonds in the mines And there are no diamonds in the mines

Well, I've been workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm up there b'fore the sun When my work day is over I'm too tired for havin' fun (Well, I'm so tired) (I've been) Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Lord, I am so tired How long can this go on? Well, I've been workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm up there b'fore the sun When my work day is over I'm too tired for havin' fun (Well, I'm so tired) (I've been) Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Lord... I am so tired How long can this go on? Well, I've been workin' Goin' Workin' Whew! About to slip down Workin' Goin' Workin' Whew! About to slip down Now, or you better drop that load there boy You always pickin' on me now- boss