Barbara Dickson - Steamboat Row

My daddy was a miner

Said there was nothing finer

Than an Irish man who worked an honest day

From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine

He'd make his way down to the mine

Along the dusty road he'd travel

Fifteen miles to get there

Fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again

Home to Steamboat Row

He used to tell about the time

That he got hurt down in the mine

He said he'd never go back down again

But in his heart he knew he would

He did the only thing he could

And kept on walkin' down the road

Fifteen miles to get there

Fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again

Home to Steamboat Row

But when he took to drinkin'

We knew that he was thinkin'

That his days were quickly coming to an end

He'd only speak of Steamboat Row

And said someday we have to go

And walk on down that dusty road

Fifteen miles to get there

Fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again

Home to Steamboat Row

Fifteen miles to get there

Fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again

Home to Steamboat Row