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 Ed Pickford © prs

If I’d known then what I know now

I wouldn’t have been so keen

T’ spend me workin’ life in a coal seam

I’d have stayed above the ground

In the air and sun

Not diggin’ where the Devil has his home.


The Devil is in the dust

That rises from the coal

It rages in your chest

As it battles for your soul.

I washed the dust off every day

A pit black coaly tide

I could not wash the dust I had inside

I wear a mask upon me face

I have and iron lung

Time is short but ev’ry day is long.


I am a broken workingman

I am the price of coal

They left me here like this to pay the toll

I refuse t’ fade away

Gentle in the night

In nineteen ninety-eight I won the fight to prove..


 (bridge to final chorus):

The few quid that they’ve given me

Is useless to me now

At least I’ve proved the truth of what they’ve done

Every breath’s a living death and life’s a living hell

It’s only being angry drives me on.

Devil is in the Dust