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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



@gold @parody

recorded by Golden Ring where Harry Tuft learned it from Dick

Weissman

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