| I been swinging this hammer for a mighty long time
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| What I wouldn’t give for a nickel and a dime
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| I was up there in the hills where the colored bands run
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| Fanning cross the mountain and a shining in the sun
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| I came across a mountain it was leaning tall
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| One wrong look and she was bound to fall
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| But I couldn’t resist where my fortune lie
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| Now I’m bound to get rich if I keep from dyin'
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| Well I keep on chipping and a chipping away
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| There’s a little more gold left here today
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| All I got to do is just pull it right from the ground
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| And every time I take a little piece I know
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| I’m toeing the line with the ol pick hoe
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| And sooner or later this whole thing is coming down
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| Well I heard a little crack, heard a creak, and moan
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| Sounded like thunder and it shook me to the bone
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| Just got a little bit more to go
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| Ten thousand dollars and I’m headed back home
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| I finally had my fill I was on my way
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| And that mountain started falling as I ran and I prayed
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| Lord if you let me make it out alive
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| I’ll never chase another poke for my whole damn life
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| Well I keep on chipping and a chipping away
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| There’s a little more gold left here today
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| All I got to do is just pull it right from the ground
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| And every time I take a little piece I know
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| I’m toeing the line with the ol pick hoe
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| And sooner or later this whole thing is coming down
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| Well I keep on chipping and a chipping away
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| There’s a little more gold left here today
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| All I got to do is just pull it right from the ground
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| And every time I take a little piece I know
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| I’m toeing the line with the ol pick hoe
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| And sooner or later this whole thing is coming down |