Four years ago I was just a hard workin' coal minin' man I carried my lunch box to work every day and I carried it back home again One day down in shaft number nine I was diggin' that dirty black coal When my pick hit somethin' and when I looked it was a vein of pure gold
I dug out a good size hunk lucky that I was alone For I put the gold in my old lunch box and I carried it home The nugget brought four thousand flat so every day after lunch
I took the box to my secret place and chipped out another hunk
Well four years ago I was just a coalminer punchin' the clock But now I'm the owner and president Because of that little lunch box Because of that little lunch box.