1977 Bridge Site Miners Blues
1977 BRIDGE SITE MINER`S BLUES.
Down in old south Brisbane,
where the derro`s do hang out,
Where the pipes were stacked 6 high,
the homeless camped about.
I was working mate as a miner,
on a new railway bridge site,
They lived in pipes on different floors,
All colours black and white.
Our crane would pick up with style,
one of these fifty meter pipes,
That were used to sleeve the piles,
into the solid rock so tight.
Oh each derro screamed when you picked his up,
and offered sure to fight.
These quarters were too cramped,
just a meter wide inside ,
The metho soaks inside they camped,
they hadn't any pride.
Down a hundred foot hole I`d be shafted sent,
in a 12 gallon bucket too be sure,
By air winch the bucket lower went,
dropped me down to level the floor.
The claustrophobic atmosphere,
could give your heart a wrench,
When the roof fell in fifty feet above,
the shaft my bones did drench.
My bucket rose up with me
my life had seemed was through
Through a yard of mud and rock we climbed to see
the sky so very blue.
No more to go down narrow shafts,
my mining days are spent,
I was ankle deep in mud that time,
when the bucket up it went.
I sprang up more than 7 feet,
from the muddy bottom floor,
Caught my rising bucket seat,
rose up from near deaths door .
Almost buried early....
Sponsor Joe Flach
Contest Name A Dilemma
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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