| We curse at the things that go wrong through the day
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| And vow that we’ll snatch it, go far away
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| But when day is done and we’re soon feeling well
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| And laughter rings out from Three Rivers Hotel
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| There’s Wesley the barman and young Irish Joe
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| Serving the booze and collecting the dough
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| What a stir they would cause if they ever should tell
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| All the secrets they’ve learned in Three Rivers Hotel
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| On the night after payday there’s fun and romance
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| It’s a night for the fam’lies to sing and to dance
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| You can let down your hair and come out of your shell
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| And do your own thing in Three Rivers Hotel
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| And if you listen to the bosses when the night’s gettin' late
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| On the progress they’re makin' the best in the state
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| They’d be finished this line and this maint’nance as well
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| If they worked like they bragged in Three Rivers Hotel
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| And if you think you can drink we’ve got money to back
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| On stayers like Cass and old grader Jack
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| And they tell me old Coster gives everyone hell
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| When he gets on the booze in three Rivers Hotel
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| (Spoken)
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| Yeah, he’s a whopper
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| When this job is finished we’ll pack up and go
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| To another construction still chasing big dough
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| But wherever I wander my memory will dwell
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| On those happy days in Three Rivers Hotel |