Far away in the city,
Far away into town,
Stick your thumb in the air and ride away son
Or you will be working underground.

Far beyond the green valley,
Far beyond the blue skies,
You’ll be praying again, come suppertime,
That tomorrow your friends will be around.

Your father works in the mines boy,
Like his father, and many more you’ll find.
Working till his skin stops breathing,
Receiving pay at the end of the line.

You can choose to plow the fields in the country,
Plowing the fields late at night.
Either way you’ll be a friend of mine,
While I’m plowing the fields late at night.

You can ramble through the mountains,
You can ramble through the snow,
You can ramble till you cannot walk no more,
You can ramble far away and off you go.

You will miss your one true love boy,
You will miss your darling wife,
You will miss the train going home boy,
You will miss out most of your life.

Far away in the city,
Far away into town,
Stick your thumb in the air and ride away son
Or you will be working underground.