Down at the Quarry Lyrics

DOWN AT THE QUARRY

Words and music by Linda Lamon

My eyes are tired and my memories fading fast,

I get lonely and the whisky doesn’t last

Son, it’s getting’ no better.

The door’s ever open for the cold wind to blow

I stand ragged watching trucks come and go

Son, listen to me won’t ya.

Father, oh yes father,

I hear you callin’, I hear you callin’

But there’s work to be done,

Yes, there’s work to be done

Down at the quarry.

We gotta keep those wheels turning, turning around,

‘Cos our blood sweat and tears lie deep, deep in that ground

(Down at the quarry.)

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Down to the valley they drive for the so

On land once forgotten, which we now work & toil,

But son, I’m getting so weary

There’s people around me but they just don’t understand

Can’t you see that it’s getting out of hand,

Son, you know it’s never too early.

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Chorus

Father, oh yes father,

I hear you callin’, I hear you callin’

But there’s work to be done,

Yes, there’s work to be done

Down at the quarry

We gotta keep those wheels turning, turning around,

‘Cos our blood sweat & tears lies deep, deep in that ground.

And there’s work to be done,

Yes, there’s work to be done

Down at the quarry.

Yes, there’s work to be done, work to be done

Down at the - quarry