Silver and Dust - COPILOT Music + Sound

Oh early in the morning, 'fore the sun rise

They get outta bed an' open their eyes

With dirty old trousers in browns an' blacks

They pick up their tools and pick up their axe

Say way oh, the dust it blows

Say way oh, the dust it blows

They march down that road, to Stilton’s old mine

Just like their elders, when the wages were fine

But Stilton’s long gone, and so is his grace

Now ain’t no one happy in this miserable place

Say way oh, the silver it glows

Say way oh, the silver it glows

Down underground, it’s dark and it’s cold

They don’t get no breaks, they do as they’re told

The dust crews get down on their hands and knees

To do anything that angry foreman please

Say way oh, the dust it blows

Say way oh, the silver it glows

But the foreman he’s under the Duke’s greedy thumb

Makin' them miners work till they’re numb

They pull out that silver and make that man rich

And come home broken, face black as pitch

Say way oh, the dust it blows

Say way oh, the silver it glows

An' up in that palace, where the greedy Duke hides

there's riches and treasures he ne'er divides

But down in Batista, a dirty wind blows

The stews are thin and there's rags for clothes

Oh the Dust District, she's a terrible place

Put a limp in yer walk, and a scowl on yer face

when the miners come back with pittance for pay

Makes you wonder why the e'en get up the next day

Say way oh, the dust it blows

Say way oh the silver it glows

Say way oh, the dust it blows

Say way oh the silver it glows