| There was an old miner
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| With a mule named Diner
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| His name was Philip Morris
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| Well, bless my soul
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| And one spring day
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| As he went along his way
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| He made a lucky strike
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| And he fasted on an old ghost
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| He said, you know what I’m gonna do
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| I’m gonna do everything I ever wanted to
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| So he took old Diner
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| On a big ocean liner
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| The Thick Top Box
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| Was the name on the side
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| He told captain to fist troy
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| You better be a nice boy
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| And take me and Diner
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| On a long ocean line
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| Cause I got enough gold to have you
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| To do everything I ever wanted to
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| Say the commander, welcome aboard
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| He asked him not to fail 'em
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| He wanted him to sail 'em
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| All around the world, tell the ghost-spell
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| He wanted to go a places
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| To see a cool old aces
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| To Alpine Mountains and visit Parliament
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| He wanted to dock on a New Port
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| Ride on a camel
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| And do the car a new, hit the ray
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| Well, see his hotel mate
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| His old guest sailin' by
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| Of course, proof, pack for his own news bag
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| So now he is back in an one-room shack
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| Ain’t nobody there but him and his mule
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| If you ever pass by and you wanna know why
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| He just sittin' there, being real cool
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| Don’t you know what he’s gonna tell you
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| He’s done everything he ever wanted to |