In Eighteen Eighty
down a dusty road
along came miner
with a big fat load
He was draped in dirt
from his head to his foot
His hair was so black
it looked like soot
Well he reined in his mule
and he hitched him
to the rail
and he said old fella
it's the end of the trail
Well he ambled down
to the old saloon
he said I know it's early
and it ain't quite noon
hey hey everybody
drink on me
Everybody
have a drink
have a drink
have a drink on me
Everybody
have a drink on me
hey hey everybody
drink on me
Have a drink
have a drink
have a drink on me
Everybody
have a drink on me
hey hey everybody
drink on me
Well I just got a letter
from down in Tennessee
It said my uncle died
and left an oil well to me
hey hey
everybody drink on me
I've been drinking
all my life
and I nearly got to ****
but my uncle dug potatoes
and he struck an oil well
Hey hey
everybody
drink on me
Have a drink
have a drink
have a drink on me
Everybody
have a drink on me
hey hey everybody
drink on me
Have a drink
have a drink
have a drink on me
Everybody
have a drink on me
hey hey everybody
drink on me
Well if it's black gold
yellow gold
guess it's all the same
take my tip and give up
the mining game
Hey hey everybody
drink on me
Well sell your shovel
and your old long johns
you can make a fortune
writing Adam Faith songs
hey hey
everybody drink on me
One more time
have a drink
have a drink
have a drink on me
Everybody
have a drink on me
hey hey everybody
drink on me
Oh well
have a drink
have a drink
have a drink on me
Everybody
have a drink on me
hey hey everybody
drink on me
