Few Days
Well I pitched my tent on this campground
Few days, few days
And I give old Satan another round
And I am going home
I can't stay in these diggings
Few days, few days
Lord I can't stay in these diggings
and I am going home
Although I like the diggings here
I won't stay here another year
For years I've labored in cold ground
And now, at last, I'm homeward bound
I'm going home to stay a while
Before I go I'll plant a smile
These banking thieves I will not trust
But with me take my little dust
My mother she has gone before
I'll meet her there at glories door
So I pitched my tent on this campground
And I give old Satan another round
recorded by Golden Ring where Harry Tuft learned it from Dick
Weissman
SOF
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