THE LITTLE LUNCH BOX
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Four years ago I was just
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a hard workin' coal mining man.
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I carried my lunch box to work every day.
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And I carried it back home again.
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One day down in shaft number nine,
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I was diggin' that dirty black coal.
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When my pick hit something and then I looked.
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It was a vein of pure gold.
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I dug out a good sized hunk,
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lucky that I was alone.
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For I put the gold in my own lunch box,
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then I carried it home.
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The nugget brought 4,000 clams.
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So every day after lunch,
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I took the box to my secret place,
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and chipped out another hunk.
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Well rour years ago I was just
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a coal miner punchin' the clock.
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But now I'm the owner and president.
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Because of that little lunch box,
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Because of that little lunch box.
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Lunch Time
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| George Hamilton Iv |
