Miner Bob Gets Summoned

 

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The Senate Appropriations Committee, apparently weary of dancing around with Bob Murray issued a summons to appear before the Labor, Health, and Human Services subcommittee on December 4th.

A U.S. senator is forcing Crandall Canyon Mine owner Bob Murray to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth before Congress.

So, where has Bob been for the past two months? In a sanitarium somewhere maybe, getting some rest? Well, we shall see. He’s resisted appearing in the past citing illness. More than likely an extension of that illness that overtook him while in Price, Utah at the Crandall Creek Mine.

After a second collapse during the rescue attempt on Aug. 16, Murray’s health deteriorated and he was not seen for several days.

The company has pointed out that Murray worked himself to exhaustion during the 23-day rescue effort, and spared no expense or effort in attempts to rescue the miners.

Poor thing. ‘HobagFromEmery’ (isn’t that quite the name) has penned a song for Miner Bob. I told them I was stealin’ it:

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Big Bob
Big Bad Bob

Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood four-foot-six and weighed four-forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and broad at the hip
Everybody knew you didn’t give no lip to Big Bob

Big Bob
Big Bad Bob

Nobody seemed to know where Bob called home
He just flew into town and stayed all alone
He didn’t say much, Except on T. V.
If ya spoke at all, ya just said hi to Big Bob
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight o’er a cajun queen
And a crashin’ blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fella to the promised land

Big Bob
Big Bad Bob
Big Bob

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin’
Miners were prayin’ and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought they’d breathed their last, ‘cept BOB
Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell
Walked a fat little man that the miners knew well
Grabbed the saggin’ timber and gave out with a groan
And like a dwarf oak tree, just stood there alone,

Big Bob
Big Bad Bob
Big Bob

And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out, there’s a light up above
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
now there’s only one left down there to save, Big Bob
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
As smoke and gas belched outta the mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big Bob

Big Bob
Big Bad Bob
Big Bob

Now, they never re-opened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand,
At the bottom of this mine lies a fat little man, Big Bob.

Big Bob
Big Bob
Big Bad Bob
Big Bob

** That’s a paper mache piñata. You know you’re a villain when you’re made into a piñata!

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