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• Artiste: Brenn Hill
• Titre: The Onyx Mine
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Miners came from Tennessee back in 1891 The west was still young and free like the early mornin' sun Diggin' into the mountainside lookin' for a streak of gold In the marrow of the onyx mine lies the story that they told Now a hundred years gone by you still can see their sign Way out on the Boulder Road that leads down to the old mine I came for the first time when I was just sixteen Now twenty years have passed and I'm still just a refugee 'Cause I feel somethin' when I ride that rocky trail I hear voices in the tall dark pines And I don't feel nothin' when I drive these city streets So I think I'll leave this city behind And head for the onyx mine Father told the story about drivin' that old road In a 1941 Ford the day after it snowed A downed-log through the fender and a busted-out headlamp By the early mornin' light they made it to the old mine camp When my world turns dark and cold and the gold in life don't shine I gather up my family and we head up to the old mine We sit around a campfire and look up at the full white moon And listen to the coyote howl an old ghost miner's tune 'Cause I feel somethin' when I ride that rocky trail I hear voices in the tall dark pines And I don't feel nothin' when I drive these city streets So I think I'll leave this city behind And head for the onyx mine For the onyx mine