Prospector Polka Lyrics - Riders In The Sky

There's a little guy I know, who spends all day just huntin' gold 

And he loves to dance the polka cowboy style 

Snowy beard and turned up hat, taps his toe this way and that 

Keeping time to happy music all the while 

He was born in Pennsylvania but came West when just a lad 

To stake a claim and mine that yella gold 

With a shovel and a pick and a happy polka kick 

He's the best at finding nuggets so I'm told 

He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf 

And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself 

With a pickax for a partner he dances o'er the plains 

He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling range 

With his bag of mining tools and the big ole long-eared mule 

He's off at dawn upon his golden quest 

If you see him say "Hello" Pete's a fellow you should know 

He's a polka dancin' champion of the West 

He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf 

And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself 

With a pickax for a partner he dances o'er the plains 

He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling range