I remember the ways in the bygone dayswhen we was all in our prime
When us and 
John L. we give the old man helldown in the 
Blue Diamond 
MineWell the whistle would blow 'for the rooster crowfull two hours before daylight
When a man done his best and earned his good restat seven dollars a night
In the mines in the minesin the 
Blue Diamond 
MinesI worked my life away
In the mines in the mines
In the Blue 
Diamond Mines
I fall on my knees and pray.
You old black gold you've taken my lungyour dust has darkened my home
And now I am old and you've turned your backwhere else can an old miner go
Well it's 
Algomer Block and 
Big Leather 
Woodsnow its 
Blue Diamond too
The bits are all closed get another jobwhat else can an old miner do?
Now the union is dead and they shake their headswell mining has had it's day
But they're stripping off my mountain topand they pay me eight dollars a day