In eighteen-eighty down a dusty road
Along came a miner with a big fat load
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
He was caked in dirt from his head to his foot
His hair so black, that it looked like soot
Well, he reined in his mule and hitched him to the rail
And he said "Ol' fella it's the end of the trail"
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
Well, he ambled on down to the old saloon
He said "I know it's early and it ain't quite noon"
But, hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Everybody,
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
Ev'rybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
Ev'rybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Well, I just got a letter from down in Tennessee
It said my Uncle died and left an oil well to me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
I've been diggin' all my life and I nearly got to hell
But my Uncle dug potatoes and he struck an oil well
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
Ev'rybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
Ev'rybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Spoken Brother Leslie now
Instrumental and Guitar solo
Well Black gold Yelow Gold
I Guess it's all the same
Take my tip and give up the mining game
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Well sell your shovel and your old long johns
You can make a fortune writing Adam Faith songs
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
One more time
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
Ev'rybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me
Oh well have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me
Ev'rybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, ev'rybody drink on me