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UNDER THE RIVERBED
(Austin Hughes - © Austin Hughes Music, ASCAP)
I’m up at dark beneath God’s grey sky
These days I never see the light
Before I go, under the riverbed
A pick or shovel fits me right
Lower me down the tombstone chamber
Some 20 feet below the sea
We strike that hole, under the riverbed
You can’t whistle or barely breathe
A cursed cough under the riverbed
From the company doctor not a sound
The whispered rumor, bad news from Brooklyn
Twelve more men have fallen down
The sand hog holds a brass token
I carry number 45
In case I’m found, under the riverbed
My body can be identified
It’s a long way down the riverbed
Where I toil away my days
In the cold hard ground, under the riverbed
To build this bridge over my grave
To build this bridge over my grave
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