I started with a shovel
I started with a dream
Stoking up the firebox
To get a head of steam
Coal dust on my hands
I had cinders in my eyes
I remember mamma wa
Nothin' much to say
It's windy today
You sit lookin' out
Through your windowpane
Thinkin' 'bout him
How you lost at love again
Singin' little girl's blues
