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Well I pitched my tent on this campground,
Few days, few days,
And I give old Satan another round
And I am going home.
Chorus
I can't stay in these diggings,
Few days, few days,
Lord I can't stay in these diggings
And I am going home.
Although I like the diggings here,
I won't stay here another year.
For years I've labored in cold ground,
And now, at last, I'm homeward bound.
I'm going home to stay a while,
Before I go I'll plant a smile.
These banking thieves I will not trust,
But with me take my little dust.
My mother she has gone before,
I'll meet her there at glories door.
So I pitched my tent on this campground,
And I give old Satan another round.
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