The Gold Digger's Lament - song lyrics 
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The Gold Digger's Lament. 
I am going away from my creditors just now, I ain't got the tin to pay 'em, and they're kicking up a row; There's the sheriff after me with pockets full of writs, And my tailor's vowing vengeance, he swears he'll give me fits. There's no room for speculation, and the mines ain't worth a flam, And I ain't one of those lucky coves that works for Uncle Sam; Whichever way I turn I am sure to meet a dun, "So I think the best thing I can do is just to cut and run." 
I wish those " tarnal critters " that wrote home about the gold, Was in the place the Scriptures say is never very cold; They told you of the heaps of dust and* lumps so very big, But they never said a single word how hard you had* to dig. I went up to the mines and helped to turn a stream, Got trusted on the strength of that delusive golden dream; But when the river was turn'd, we found it would not do, And we who damm'd the river our creditors did sue. 
I am going far away, but I don't know where I'll go, 'Twon't do to turn homeward now, they'll laugh at me I know; For I told them when I left, I was going to make a pile, But if they could only see me now I rather guess they'd smile. If of these United States I was the President, No man who owed another should ever pay a cent; And he who dunned another should be banish'd far away, For attention to the pretty girls is all a man should pay.