Post by MrsFly on Mar 14, 2009 8:11:10 GMT 10
There's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than the sound of prospectors crying in fear
Standing round the campsite with tears in their eyes
Because Reedy Creek has nearly run dry
Now the Mexican’s are praying for their quota to come
Banjo’s without water, ain’t really no fun
Nugget is cranky and Ron’s acting queer
There’s hardly any water but there’s plenty of beer ;D
Then Rowdy turns up with his dry dusty throat
He takes out his banjo and begins to gloat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a cry
As the rest of them tell him the creek has run dry
Then Andy comes in smothered in dust and flies
He puts down Miss Pippin and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says it must be a lie
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a creek that is dry
And CJ the baker, the story of his life ;D
Goes home again gold-less to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she looks up surprised
He breaks down and tells her Reedy Creek has run dry
It’s not lonesome away when your golding with matesl
The creek may be dry, but hell, them there’s the breaks
It’s got to rain soon, maybe next year
So it’s chin up my boys and let’s have another beer ;D
(Posted by Betty Bullant on the old MSN site)
Than the sound of prospectors crying in fear
Standing round the campsite with tears in their eyes
Because Reedy Creek has nearly run dry
Now the Mexican’s are praying for their quota to come
Banjo’s without water, ain’t really no fun
Nugget is cranky and Ron’s acting queer
There’s hardly any water but there’s plenty of beer ;D
Then Rowdy turns up with his dry dusty throat
He takes out his banjo and begins to gloat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a cry
As the rest of them tell him the creek has run dry
Then Andy comes in smothered in dust and flies
He puts down Miss Pippin and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says it must be a lie
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a creek that is dry
And CJ the baker, the story of his life ;D
Goes home again gold-less to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she looks up surprised
He breaks down and tells her Reedy Creek has run dry
It’s not lonesome away when your golding with matesl
The creek may be dry, but hell, them there’s the breaks
It’s got to rain soon, maybe next year
So it’s chin up my boys and let’s have another beer ;D
(Posted by Betty Bullant on the old MSN site)
