Song Description

Old time sounding song about hard work and longing for the men of old

Lyrics

I don't think the lads know that anything's changed. It ain't really their fault, and theyre not to blame
There's nobody left to show them the way
To teach them what it means to earn theyre own way

Chorus
I wish I could walk them boys down in the mine
Show them what work is and let them breathe fire
I wish they could go back and relive the times
When men were worth a damn and made only dimes
But that way of life died in the mines

Stolen bread's sweet but it ain't always free
An inheritance early ain't all that it seems
They'll laugh at the old timers rough, calloused hands
But that soft lazy mind don't make you a man