| In eighteen-eighty down a dusty road
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| Along came a miner with a big fat load
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| Hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me
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| He was caked in dirt from his head to his foot
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| His hair so black, that it looked like soot
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| Hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me
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| Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
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| Ev’rybody have a drink on me
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| Hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me
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| Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
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| Ev’rybody have a drink on me
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| Hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me
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| Well, he reined in his mule and hitched him to the rail
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| And he said «Ol' fella it’s the end of the trail»
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| Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
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| Well, he ambled on down to the old saloon
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| He said «I know it’s early and it ain’t quite noon»
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| But, hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me
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| Well, I just got a letter from down in Tennessee
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| It said my Uncle died and left an oil well to me
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| Hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me
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| I’ve been diggin' all my life and I nearly got to hell
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| But my Uncle dug potatoes and he struck an oil well
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| Hey, hey, ev’rybody drink on me |