Title: Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics - Few Days

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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 
SOF