In a town called Charleston Off San Pedro River men of steel ore to deliver. The m&m mill kept chugging along most of the night and all day long. You could hear the thunder thru the valley below. May your pick strike fresh veins of gold may prosperity come before you get old but you keep on digging cause you sold your soul but you keep on digging cause you sold your soul Yes you keep on digging that ground below digging it deep ol mighty lord May my pick strike that motherload Take me down Charleston way. On the sandy pedro river that’s where Iam gonna stay As long as the mills deliver and we see that gold that gleamers Dig me Charleston dig me deep from the top of the mountain Way down to the creek don’t let the Apache ruin my sleep. Lord will you find me Down in the deep the old west was built on the blood and the rails timbers in the mine dust on the trail. Tales of courage , lives of defeat. But we keep on digging diggin it deep. John wolf john wolf can you come out and play with out you the town would of slipped away the echo in the canyon has come to pass nothing in this world is meant to last ol gird he built it well. I hope he bypassed the gates of hell if a vendetta ride comes your way live to fight another day Then we wash our sins in the ol silver creek On the banks of contention we did not weep when the town shook we knew it was done. Pack our bags for another western run The great American battle plays out everyday don’t let your time get in the way. When the mill went silent. The town died that day pack it all up and slip away opportunity comes to those who seek living in the west ain’t for the meek there a strike in Nevada boys best not wait. There’s gold in them hills boys. Get on our way. Jss weep in the river the town played out. Crippled with fear shadows of doubt.
