Silver and Dust

Lyrics

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 ax 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 they 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