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| I'm awful sad to say |
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| That my partner died last week |
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| And I'm so shook up inside, |
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| I can barely even sp | eak, |
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| I don't know how he died |
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| It all came as such a sh | ock...... |
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| But | i suspect he started feeling ill |
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| When i hit him with a ro | ck |
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| We where partners in a claim |
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| Up in gold hill Idaho, |
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| And we'd yet to find something |
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| Golden except the y | ellow snow,(first song) |
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| My partner joe god bless his | soul |
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| H | ad hit the mother loa | d |
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| "Well I'll use my gold" said my partner Joe |
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| To get my education |
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| And if any is left when I am through |
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| I'll give it to sick chi | ldren |
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| Well i thought that Joe was crazy |
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| For to hear him talk like th | at..... |
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| So i decided it was best for joe |
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| If he took a little n | ap |
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| So i picked up a big old piece of gold, |
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| And I hit joe on the head, |
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| And joe shut his weary eyes, |
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| And lay down on the rocky b | ed, |
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| "you take some rest my faithful friend" |
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| Said i as joe lay down |
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| And let me load this wagon |
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| With the gold that you have fo | und. |
| (This is my first song I'm not proud) |
| So like the true friend that i was |
| I loaded up the ore |
| While my partner joe lay silently |
| sleeping on the floor |
| And when the gold was loaded |
| And i was set to get to town..... |
| I tried to wake my sleepy friend |
| But he refused to come around. |
| "Well if that don't wake you up, |
| I know something that just might" |
| Said I as i lit up |
| A few sticks of dynamite, |
| I settle down and waited, |
| For them to wake Joe from his dream.... |
| But alas i put the sticks to close and Joe blew to smithereens, |
| And if Joes luck wasnt bad enough |
| He lay close toe the mine, |
| And when the dynamite went off, |
| he was covered by mountain slime, |
| Alas said I "all evidence |
| Is gone of poor Joe's life.... |
| All that left is a ton of gold |
| And a little less dynamite, |
| So now Joe rests in pieces, |
| And i on a water bed, |
| But it doesnt bother me a bit, |
| That my partner joe is dead, |
| For while some people might say |
| That miner got the shaft.....(first song) |
| I'm the only one that knows |
| That Old Joe had a blast |
| Hope it sounds ok! |
| Superdoor |