Camp Bird Mine – C.W. McCall – letras

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)’Way out in ColoradoIn the Camp Bird MineDown deep in the darknessOn level nineWhere the water tricklesAn’ your blood runs coldThere’s a lonesome minerStill lookin’ for goldHe’s way down deep…In the Camp Bird MineHe never sees the snowfallNever knows the spring’Cause its eternal midnightWhere he does his thingHe never feels the sunlightDoesn’t need the moonHe’s had his lamp a-burnin’Since ‘ninety-twoHe’s way down deep…In the Camp Bird MineWay down deep…Way down deep…Way down deep…Way down…In the Camp Bird MineThey say you never see ‘imYou just know he’s thereBut you can hear his hammerIn the devil’s lairWhere the silver sparklesAn’ your blood runs coldThere’s a phantom minerStill lookin’ for goldHe’s way down deepIn the Camp Bird MineWay down deep…Way down deep…Way down deep…Way down deep…In the Camp Bird Mine