I dug my share of treasure
Dug so deep they called it a crime
There might be pleasures Iâve never tasted
But I ainât wasting no more time
CHORUS
Cause the furnace is burninâ white-hot
And the hammer is swinginâ with the weight of the world
Nowâs the time, like it or not
Stand and deliver, stand and deliver
That old pigâs so proud lyinâ in the mud
And Miss Chickenâs just happy, she ainât been fried
The buzzards ainât worried about no flood
But Iâm not ready to be satisfied
CHORUS
I got a picture of Teddy Roosevelt
Hanginâ on the wall in my home on the range
But I felt a strange wind blowinâ
Tellinâ me something is about to change
CHORUS
Some folks keep their heads in the clouds
Straining for the sound of the angels strumming
Iâve been known to pray out loud
But I ainât waitinâ for the second coming
CHORUS