Three days ride from Devils Den

Me and Harry were at it again

Mining gold trying to strike it rich

Working like a son of a bitch

On the sluice from dawn till dusk

Embattled by this earth's bitter crust

Too tired to even get drunk at night

Well, ain't that a sight?

It ain't easy squeezing blood from stone

And wearing myself down to the bone

Two of my teeth, my pearly whites

Are broke and so am I

Life like this takes it toll on a man

When the only thing you see is your face in the pan

Makes you crazy, old before your time

But that's just one less mountain to climb

Down to the end with nothing to show

Except a mule with the shits and no blasted dough

Haven't seen my family in a year or two

And I'm coming down with the flu

Harry's got a woman in San Louie

Harry got a woman in San Louie

Harry's got a woman down in San Louie

Don't you know that's the place to be

There's a musical version of this poem in the External Link below.

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