Shaky Ground Songtext
von Uncle Tupelo

This memory of a miner
Who dragged himself to work
He worked himself to death
Working for someone else

We follow each other around
On shaky ground

His life had become to him
Worthless in many ways
An expired product off the shelf
Working for someone else

We follow each other around
On shaky ground


The nature of his work
Gave him minstrel color
For twenty hours a day
Little time he had for others

We follow each other around
On shaky ground

Never got to see the world
He got a funeral
And this miner′s song

There is no right or wrong
Now it's down to the wire
Facing six feet under
Can only wonder and stare
His name was a number