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Working Man Song Lyrics And Chords. Written By Rita Mac Neill and recorded in Ireland by Celtic Thunder and Paddy Reilly

It's[G] a working man I am,and I've[C] been down under[G]ground
And I swear to God if I ever see the[D] sun
Or[G] for any lenght of time,I can[C] hold it in my[G] mind
I never again will[D] go down under[G]ground
 
At the age of sixteen years,I quarreled with the spears
Who swore that never be another one
In the dark recess of the mines,where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs.
 
At the age of sixty four,he'll greet you at the door
And gently lead you by the arm
To the dark recess of the mine,he'll take you back in time
And tell you of the hardships that were had

This version is by Welshman David Alexander
and reached number 11 in the U.K. charts in 1990.
It's a working man l am
And I've been down under ground
And I swear to God if ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down under ground

At the age of sixteen years, with my father close to tears
As he vowed ne're again to send his sons
In the darkness of the mine, where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heave on your lungs.

At the age of sixty five, I pray to God I'm still alive,
And the wheels above the mines no longer whine,
And they finally close the hole, where for years we clawed for coal,
And never again will we go down underground

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