[RaNkeri]

Well it was back in 1849 at the springfield golden nugget mine,
that my great-grandma, Dlores saved the day
when she propped the shaft and saved the lives
of the other forty other springfield wives
when all ma grandpa's buddies ran away

The menfolf found their women scary
'cos they were so big and hairy,
they thought of dynamite to seal them in

Gramps was known as "chapped lips calhoun",
he was in the local saloon,
in came Billy-Joe Walton through the door
he said they've blown the golden nugget
my granddaddy said "oh darn it"
"you burried my Dlores, my sweet little golden ore"

Swing it son

Now my granddaddy jumped from his table,
finished his jug,
and he got up to that mine just as a likety-darn-split as he could,
stopped off to fetch a shovel,
feed the dogs,
brush his teeth,
clean the john and give his hoss one final rubdown

cos' a cowboy's life ain't easy,
and cowboy's life is hard,
you can take him from the saddle,
but he'll be forever scarred

'cos my grandpa was a man in love,
called Dlores his "praerie dove",
and he told her that he loved her with every sigh

'cos she never once forgave him,
even underneath the cave in,
but he knew that she would forgive him,
in that goldmine in the sky