In the Sandy fields just west of nowhere That's where he lays them to rest And he covers them up with rags of satin And hands his family to death Twenty years old he was bound for mining He worked on that steam powered drill In the dusty grey light he'd sing songs for the lonely The lost boys who were digging in the hills Said for all my digging I'll never strike gold For all my love and I'm still alone And from all this drinking my pockets have holes Sometimes I wish I could mine for a home Got in a couple of fights had to leave town in a hurry Got a job with that big tobacco man Fell in love with the girl but you never remarried He just couldn't do it again Said for all my digging I'll never strike gold For all my love and I'm still alone And from all this drinking my pockets have holes Sometimes I wish I could mine for a home Said for all my digging I'll never strike gold For all my love and I'm still alone And from all this drinking my pockets have holes Sometimes I wish I could mine for a home