Terry D. Sutherland
DIGGIN’ FOR GOLD
My gold poke’s flat
It has no weight
I got no bills for foldin’
If I dig to hell’s hot gate
The wife’ll still be scoldin’
What’s the use to dig all day
And spend all night a drinkin’
The old girl will have my hide
And a piece of her mind, I’m thinkin’
Life’s too short to work so hard
When the payload is never close
The old saloon’s a friendly place
Full of poor old down home folks
My gold poke’s flat
It has no weight
I got no bill for foldin’
If I dig to hell’s hot gate
It’s to the devil I’ll be beholdin’
©Copyright September 23, 2008 by Terry D. Sutherland