It was back in 1849
At the Springfield Golden Nugget Mine
That my great-grandma Dolores saved the day

When she propped the shaft and saved the lives
Of the forty other Springfield wives
When all ma grandpa's buddies ran away

The menfolk found their women scary
Cos they were so big and hairy
They thought of dynamite to seal them in

Gramps was known as 'Chapped Lips Calhoun'
He was in the local saloon
In came Billy-Joe Walton through the door

He said "They're blown the Golden Nugget !"
My grandaddy said "Oh f....darn it !"
"You've buried my Dolores, my sweet little golden 'ore"

Swing it, son.

Now my grandaddy jumped up from his table,
finished his jug and he got up to that mine
just as lickety-darn-split as he could.
Stopped off to fetch a shovel, feed the dog,
clean the John and give his hoss one final rubdown.

Cos a cowboy's life ain't easy, and a cowboy's
life is hard. You can take him from the saddle,
but he'll be forever scarred.

But my grandpa was a man in love,
Called Dolores his 'prairie dove'
and he told her that he loved her
with every sigh.

But she never once forgave him,
Even underneath the cave-in,
But he knew she would forgive him
in that gold mine in the sky.

Gold mine in the sky.

        [ DJ ]

Oh yeah, goin' all the way back there.
That was the Ballad of Chapped Lips
Calhoun by the late Sideways Hank O'
Malley and the Alabama Bottle Boys.
And you know, that was so good ah
reckon ah'll play it again.