Song | Tramp Miner |
Artist | The Rankin Family |
Album | North Country |
作曲 : Rankin | |
I am a tramp miner, | |
I've been for some time now | |
I live without light of the day | |
In the black underground that's where I'll be found | |
Biding my time away, Oh working my life away | |
From here out to Timmins, I've loved all your women | |
In the taverns I drank down my pay | |
But I'd do it again even though it's a sin | |
For it's better than driving the raise | |
If you've done it you'd know what I say | |
So I'll roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the time and the wind | |
Then I'll find my way back home again | |
Homesickness, heartbreak | |
And black lung among these men run rampant | |
As there rockin' and rollin' | |
High ballin' this country today | |
I am a tramp miner, I've been for some time now | |
I live without light of the day | |
In a hole in the ground, they'll lower me down | |
That'll be my final pay, for working my life away | |
So I'll roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the time and the wind | |
Then I'll find my way back home again |
zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
I am a tramp miner, | |
I' ve been for some time now | |
I live without light of the day | |
In the black underground that' s where I' ll be found | |
Biding my time away, Oh working my life away | |
From here out to Timmins, I' ve loved all your women | |
In the taverns I drank down my pay | |
But I' d do it again even though it' s a sin | |
For it' s better than driving the raise | |
If you' ve done it you' d know what I say | |
So I' ll roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the time and the wind | |
Then I' ll find my way back home again | |
Homesickness, heartbreak | |
And black lung among these men run rampant | |
As there rockin' and rollin' | |
High ballin' this country today | |
I am a tramp miner, I' ve been for some time now | |
I live without light of the day | |
In a hole in the ground, they' ll lower me down | |
That' ll be my final pay, for working my life away | |
So I' ll roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the wind | |
Roll, roll with the time and the wind | |
Then I' ll find my way back home again |