Tony Bailey Lyrics
There’s a long lost legend of the Northwester Mine.
‘Bout a man named Tony and old No. 9.
He loaded the coal carts for $15 a day.
No other man’s job could rival the pay.
Tony Bailey, the world wants your courage
But I want your soul.
Tony Bailey, where are you now…
From Whitefish, Montana, Tony set sail
To a land in Roslyn with a mother so frail,
With his father behind the soft morning sun,
His last words rang clear “I always wanted a son.”
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For two long years he worked the mine.
‘Til a midsummer’s night 1949.
While having a beer at a local saloon.
Tony was seen leaving the ladies room.
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Mayor Scele was alerted that day
Tony was fired on the Miner’s Holiday.
She disappeared with her hat tipped for luck
And all they could say was, “We admired her pluck!”
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