It was back in 1849,
At the Springfield Golden Nugget Mine,
That my great-grandma Dolores saved the day,
When she propped the shaft and saved the lives,
Of the other forty other Springfield wives,
When all ma grandpa's buddies ran away
The menfolk found their women scary,
Cos they were so big and hairy,
They thought of dynamite to seal them in
Gramps was known as 'Chapped Lips Calhoun',
He was in the local saloon,
In came Billy-Joe Walton through the door,
He said "They're blown the Golden Nugget!"
My grandaddy said "Oh f....darn it!"
"You've buried my Dolores, my sweet little golden 'ore"
Swing it, son
Now my grandaddy jumped up from his table,
Finished his jug,
And he got up to that mine just as lickety-darn-split as he could,
Stopped off to fetch a shovel,
Feed the dogs,
Brush his teeth,
Clean the John and give his hoss one final rubdown
Cos a cowboy's life ain't easy and a cowboy's life is hard,
You can take him from the saddle,
But he'll be forever scarred
Cos my grandpa was a man in love,
Called Dolores his 'prairie dove',
And he told her that he loved her with every sigh
Cos she never once forgave him,
Even underneath the cave-in,
But he knew she would forgive him,
In that goldmine in the sky
Goldmine in the sky
:)
Biting the hand that feeds IT
