The Chuck-A-Lucks — Dingbat Diller lyrics

Lyrics

Well you can sing about your cowboys and Casey Jones
And talk about the miners of old
But here’s to Dingbat Diller, that phantom driller
A wild cat man when the search began for the
Black black liquid
So when you hear them sledges ringin'
Hear him do his drone
When the bull wheels run low
Don’t cuss, don’t drumble
Dingbat’s a-comin' down a corduroy road
And you found that black black gold
Diller wore a derby and laced up boots
And when he hollered, them derricks rolled
Splice cable, start riggin', dress a bit, we are diggin'
We hit another gusher before sundown
Lookin' for the black black gold
One day Diller, he drilled so deep
That he hit the old devil’s hold
Had a firey blast, and up to heaven
But the waters in the well quenched the fires of hell
And filled it with a black black gold
So when you hear them sledges ringin'
Hear him do his drone
When the bull wheels run low
Don’t cuss, don’t drumble
Dingbat’s a-comin' down a corduroy road
And you found that black black gold
Saint Peter gave him wings and a derby crown
And welcomed him to the heavenly folk
He said «Well a-look a-here Diller, you’re a mighty fine driller
Will you go back down to help the folks on the ground?»
To find that black black gold
Now down in the beavers when the horn is high
There’s a ghost with a derby we’re told
So if you don’t despair, and just believe he’s there
Then your Dingbat dreams rises up in a stream
Of the black black gold
So when you hear them sledges ringin'
Hear him do his drone
When the bull wheels run low
Don’t cuss, don’t drumble
Dingbat’s a-comin' down a corduroy road
And you found that black black gold
And you found that black black gold
And you found that black black gold
And you found that black black gold