In eighteen-eighty down a dusty road, along came a
miner with a big fat load.
He was caked in dirt from his head to his foot, his
hair so black, that it looked like soot.
Well, he reined in his mule and hitched him to the rail,
and he said, Old fella it's the end of the trail.
Well, he ambled on down to the old saloon, he said, I
know it's early and it ain't quite noon.
But, 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, 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 diggin' all my life and I nearly got to hell
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, 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 writin' Adam Faith?s 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.
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me.
Everybody have a drink on me.
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.