verse 1
Am G Am
Up on Lyon Mountain, the houses look the same.
Em Am
Weathered wood hid kids and wives and lives that never changed.
It belonged to the Delware and Hudson,
G Am
Every bit of iron-rich ground,
Em Am
And a pile of sand, big and blue, grew out back of town.
Am G Am
Six days went the company, one to the Lord above;
But the town lived for the afternoon
Em Am
That was given to the ball and glove.
C G
Around the horn, a can of corn,
Dm Am
A ground ball will get you two.
A life of iron and diamonds
Em Am
Was all the miners knew.
verse 2
Am G Am
They were Poles and Lithuanians; Itals and Irish too.
Em Am
They dug into America down a hole deep, dark, and cruel.
Some crossed the sea to get there;
G Am
Some were born to die there too.
Em Am
Sons followed steps down to the mines behind dads they never knew.
G Am
They came alive between the foul lines with pride and dignity.
In the bleachers and the batter's box
Em Am
A mind could be free.
C G
Around the horn, a can of corn,
Dm Am
A ground ball will get you two.
A life of iron and diamonds
Em Am
Was all the miners knew.