DURBAN DEEP

I won't see you 'till Christmas
I breathe coal dust, I get blisters
But the foreman he don't worry
He say work boy there's no hurry
Don't that big red sun
Look a lot like fire
When you come out of the ground
After forty-eight hours

Goin' down, down, down, down, down
Goin' down in Durban deep
Goin' down, down, down, down, down
There's no mercy in my sleep
I just hear that drill and hammer
I feel the killing heat
Goin' two miles down to the heart
Of Durban deep

I was born on amen corner
I pound rock face, I get lonely
But my family they go hungry
Sill the boss man he call us lazy
Don't the old blue heaven
Look a lot like your eyes
When you're blinded by the brightness
Of the Transvaal sky