(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
Theres a lonesome miner
Still lookin for gold

Hes 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
Doesnt need the moon
Hes had his lamp a-burnin
Since ninety-two

Hes 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 hes there
But you can hear his hammer
In the devils lair
Where the silver sparkles
An your blood runs cold
Theres a phantom miner
Still lookin for gold

Hes 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