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Riding
into the narrow mine shaft, you’re greeted by a crusty, but
friendly old mining foreman with a SwampYankee accent. “Welcome.
Hold on. Oh, Bernie, hold on blasting. There’s friends along
here.”
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“What’s
that you say? asks an unseen co-worker at the base of the mine.
“There’s friends along here,” the foreman repeats. “Right boss.
He says it’s all clear!” responds the co-worker. "Okay,
ready".
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Fire
in the hole!” yells an unseen third miner. With that, there’s
an explosion causing a huge rock to fall from the top of a
ledge towards your mining car. You narrowly escape into the
water basin once occupied by the pirate ship in the ride’s
first rendition.
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It’s
now the home to a ragtag team of miners harmonizing as they work
and play.
The
lyrics include:
One strike, two strikes,
three strikes, four
Lift that pick and strike that ore
We got gold we got gold
Way down in the mine
Sometimes you can here a scream
Is it real or just a dream?
It's best that you not venture far
Way
down in the mine
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First,
there’s the custodian stoking up a boiler to keep his comrades
warm.
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wide-eyed miner, a stunt with a stainless steel frame,
emerges in a mining cart of his own, showering in a waterfall,
while another old timer plays chess with the skeletal
remains of his opponent.“ |
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| "Jake,
I could really use a coffee, how about you?” the player
asks in a slow baritone voice. “Hold on there Jake. I almost
got this figured out.” Apparently, it’s taken him a while
to figure out his next move, considering Jake’s deteriorated
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Around
the bend a foolish miner lights
a stick of dynamite, setting off a small explosion,
which cause unseen rocks to splash in
the basin (executed by water cannons).
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They
say that past the waterfall
The devil waits for you to call.
Are demons lurking after all?
Way down in the mine |
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And
for you the rider, all hell is about to break loose.
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