Townes - Early Day Miners

I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold.

I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their

lives

To wage a battle on the poor.

Falling from our ranks, deserting,

Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,

Falling from our ranks, deserting

To the marching of drums, belief goes on;

A life admonished and loathed.

I would sit with

That the actions chosen forever burden the soul.

And our brothers back home.

Falling from our ranks, deserting,

Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,

Falling from our ranks, deserting

To the marching of drums, belief goes on;

A life admonished and loathed