In 1880, down a dusty road,
along came a man with a big fat load.
He was caked in dirt from his head to his foot,
his hair so black that it looked like soot.
Well, reined in his mule and he
it's the end of the trail
Well, he ambled down to the old saloon
He said, I know it's early
Have a drink, have a drink,
Everybody have a drink on me.
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me.
Have a drink, have a drink,
Everybody have a drink on me.
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me.
Well, I just got a letter from down in
It said my uncle died and
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
I've been digging all my life
But my uncle dug for taters
and he struck an oil well
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
Have a drink, have a drink,
Everybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
Have a drink, have a drink,
Everybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
Take my tip and give up the mining game
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
Well, sell your shovel and
You can make a fortune writing
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me
Have a drink, have a drink,
Everybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, everybody drink, hey, hey
Oh, well, have a drink, have a drink,
Everybody have a drink on me
Hey, hey, everybody drink on me