in dynamite mine, your hour will come in a shower of stone and steel beams they’ll push and they’ll pull against the rock wall find you buried among the debris when they search for you the dogs will sniff him out from a torn piece of his shirt they’ll bound down the path with lust on their breath find you under a patch of fresh dirt son, cover your ears lord how the blast will ring and when a rumblin’ shakes the walls you can hear that devil sing you cut off the past and buried him here deep in the belly of the mines blasted a wall to seal the tomb and lived out those short days, secure in your crime many years have passed, but still we trudge on as we will to the end of our days many have come and many have gone but there is one who never strays from this place
Rollicking rockabilly on the latest from cult legend Bloodshot Bill, nailing the raucous spirit of early rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 23, 2020