The Copper Road

Dublin Gulch
Jim Schulz


Jim Schulz: lead & harmony vocals, guitar, hand claps

Ken Willson: harmony vocals

Dan Nichols: hand claps

Luke Michelson: upright bass

John Joyner: fiddle

Mary Angela Collins: fiddle


The Copper Road 



Copper pennies in a drawer gathered from a barroom floor

Got to pay the company store the tally that is owed


Little houses in a line situated by design

Just below the copper mine on the Copper Road



Everyday plays out the same

Just a pawn in a rich man’s game

Still you remain

To carry the load

On the Copper Road



Papa’s walkin’ down the hill lunch bucket in his hand to fill

Another work day at the mill, another episode.


Copper dust in his eyes, copper smoke billows in the skies

A miner’s life holds no surprise on the Copper Road




Sister, sister can you sing? There goes another Copper King.

Who shall wear the royal ring and the royal robe?


The Copper Queen in a satin sark will go dancing in the dark

Through the gardens in the park down the Copper Road.




A mile high and a mile deep, the Granite Mountain is rough and steep

But you have promises to keep so your back is bent and bowed.


On your knees ten hours a day muckin’ out the copper clay

Just three dollars is your pay on the Copper Road.




The whistle of the copper train echoes through the gallows frame

Brother, shout the last refrain of the miners’ code.


Let the shadows be your guide. Can you hear them as they stride?

The ghosts of miners side by side, marching down the Copper Road.