The Prospector

[Verse 1]
There prospector came this morning
Looking for holes in the ground
I asked him quite politely
'What on earth is going down?'
And he says 'Down in the ground
There's a hole I think we found, my friend'

[Verse 2]
The driver, he came later
At least he hadn't gone far
The other went to weather, following a star
And holding his heavy load
From where we were to where we are, my friend

[Verse 3]
And a farmer comes in roody faced
From a winter field
His collars up, his hat is down
His features for the shield
He's pacing out his acres, working out the yield
My friend

[Verse 4]
The teacher she comes out from school unsteady on her feet
I wish that she would learn to drink a Whiskey not so neat
Her wayward ways force her to change
Her legs in for a seat, my friend

[Verse 5]
And the preacher, he comes in from the cold
His wisdom to disperse
And I listen to his sermon
But he's making matters worse
From what he says we've got no chance
Of heaven here on earth, my friend