When I was at school we took a bus to the town
Deep, deep down in the valley
And we saw how the crane took the coal from the ground
Somewhere deep, deep down
And we saw how the sky grew dirty and black
When we picnicked down by the cooling stack
Hopeful, young and proud
Growing up down in the valley
Where there isn't much money
And there isn't much fun
And most don't stay in the schools that long
But you learn how to fight
And you learn to be strong
And you won't keep down all the folks
Deep down in the valley
The hardwood trees from the nearby hills
Fell deep, deep down in the valley
They turned 'em into lumber at the timber mills
Somewhere deep, deep down
And the schoolkids watched on the day they came
How their fathers worked through the screaming blades
And the stacks of the wood
And the hopes of homes they made
Built up down in the valley
Where there isn't much money
And there isn't much fun
And most don't stay in the schools that long
But you learn how to fight
And you learn to be strong
And you won't keep down all the folks
Deep down in the valley
You can take away the power from Hazelwood
Deep, deep down in the valley
You can cut down the Heyfield mills for good
Somewhere deep, deep down
And a generation of farmer's children
Can watch their fathers drown in bills
They might be broke
But they're not broken still
You can't keep 'em down in the valley
Where there isn't much money
And there isn't much fun
And most don't stay in the schools that long
But you learn how to fight
And you learn to be strong
And you won't keep down all the folks
Deep down in the valley
No, you won't keep down all the folks deep down