Dreary Black Hills - Country Folk Song - Guitar

Dreary Black Hills - lyrics
Folk Country Song
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Kind friends listen here to my pitiful tale,
I`m an object of pity and looking quite stale,
I gave up my job selling Wright Patent Pills
To prospect for gold in these dreary Black Hills.

So don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill
They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills.

As I was out riding one morning in May,
As I was out riding one morning for a day,
I met General Custer and Buffalo Bill,
They claimed they found gold in them dreary black hills.

So don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill
They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills.

Well I got to Cheyenne but no gold did I find,
I thought of the lunch route that l'd left behind;
Through rain, hail, and snow, frozen plumb to the gills,
They call me the orphan of the dreary Black Hills.

So don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
For old sitting bull and comanche Dan,
They`re raising pure hell round the town of Cheyanne.

Well I wish that the feller that started this sell
Was a captive, and Crazy Horse had him in hell.
There's no use in greiving or swearing like pitch,
But the man that would stay here`s a son of a bitch.

So don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill
They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills.

The roundhouse at Cheyenne is filled every night
With loafers and bummers of most every plight;
On their backs is no clothes, in their pockets no bills,
And each day they keep starting for the dreary Black Hills.

So don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill
They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills.

So don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill
They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills.

No don't go away, stay at home if you can,
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
I`d ruther be home laying sick in my bed,
Then a target for some of ol` Sitting Bull`s lead.