(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)



'way out in colorado

In the camp bird mine

Down deep in the darkness

On level nine

Where the water trickles

An' your blood runs cold

There's a lonesome miner

Still lookin' for gold



He's way down deep...

In the camp bird mine



He never sees the snowfall

Never knows the spring

'cause its eternal midnight

Where he does his thing

He never feels the sunlight

Doesn't need the moon

He's had his lamp a-burnin'

Since 'ninety-two



He's way down deep...

In the camp bird mine



Way down deep...

Way down deep...

Way down deep...

Way down...

In the camp bird mine



They say you never see 'im

You just know he's there

But you can hear his hammer

In the devil's lair

Where the silver sparkles

An' your blood runs cold

There's a phantom miner

Still lookin' for gold



He's way down deep

In the camp bird mine



Way down deep...

Way down deep...

Way down deep...

Way down deep...

In the camp bird mine