Cowboy Junkies
"Mining For Gold"

We are miners, hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go
Pour your bottles on our shoulders
We are marching to the slowOn the line boys, on the line boys
Drill your holes and stand in line
'til the shift boss comes to tell you
You must drill her out on topCan't you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner when he is still young
Two years and the silicosis takes hold
And I feel like I'm dying from mining for goldYes, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold