Years ago it was conceived Next in line, lucky to receive A resource that the owners found In this case sunk to the ground A secret son, it was not recognized From photos though, you see it in his eyes Held it deep must of held it tight A general store buzzing like a hive Chorus They shoot at the mines we dug And they just run out And i'm having trouble following It was him It was him The sneakking bastard found us out And he's standing here hollering, "This is mine, this is all mined" "And has been all along" "I've been waiting in the nursery" Now shooting the mines we dug We're leaving the richest veins Well, I'm packing (&happy?) And I'm leaving him everything Sometimes his work takes him away Leaves her alone, well in a way Cuttings and flowers piled on the steps Hands in the dirt with no regrets A secret son was not recognized They dug the ditch, he's melting down the prize Chorus