The Mine Has Been Returned to Its Original Owner

Years ago it was conceived
 Next in line, lucky to receive
 A resource that the owners found
 In this case sunk to the ground
 A secret son, it was not recognized
 From photos though, you see it in his eyes
 Held it deep must of held it tight
 A general store buzzing like a hive
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 They shoot at the mines we dug
 And they just run out
 And i'm having trouble following
 It was him
 It was him
 The sneakking bastard found us out
 And he's standing here hollering,
 "This is mine, this is all mined"
 "And has been all along"
 "I've been waiting in the nursery"
 Now shooting the mines we dug
 We're leaving the richest veins
 Well, I'm packing (&happy?)
 And I'm leaving him everything
 Sometimes his work takes him away
 Leaves her alone, well in a way
 Cuttings and flowers piled on the steps
 Hands in the dirt with no regrets
 A secret son was not recognized
 They dug the ditch, he's melting down the prize
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