Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Few Days

Few Days

Few Days

Well I pitched my tent on this campground
  Few days, few days
And I give old Satan another round
  And I am going home

  I can't stay in these diggings
    Few days, few days
  Lord I can't stay in these diggings
    and I am going home

Although I like the diggings here
I won't stay here another year

For years I've labored in cold ground
And now, at last, I'm homeward bound

I'm going home to stay a while
Before I go I'll plant a smile

These banking thieves I will not trust
But with me take my little dust

My mother she has gone before
I'll meet her there at glories door

So I pitched my tent on this campground
And I give old Satan another round

recorded  by  Golden Ring where Harry Tuft learned it  from  Dick
  Weissman
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