Few Days

Few days

Well I pitched my tent on this campground

Few days, few days

And I give old Satan another round

And I am going home

I can't stay in these diggings

Few days, few days

Lord I can't stay in these diggings

And I am going home

Although I like the diggings here

I won't stay here another year

For years I've labored in cold ground

And now, at last, I'm homeward bound

I'm going home to stay a while

Before I go I'll plant a smile

These banking thieves I will not trust

But with me take my little dust

My mother she has gone before

I'll meet her there at glories door

So I pitched my tent on this campground

And I give old Satan another round

@gold @parody

Recorded by Golden Ring where Harry Tuft learned it from d**k

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