Who's my pretty little baby. You're my, my pretty little baby. Hey Hey pretty babe. . Hey Hey pretty baby. Ho Ho pretty little baby. You're my, my pretty little baby.
Why can't a dish break a hammer?. Why oh why oh why?. 'Cause a hammer's a hard head. Goodbye goodbye goodbye. . Why, oh why, oh why oh, why?. Why, oh why, oh why?.
Tell the miners' kids and wives. There's a blast in the number five. And the families I see standing at the gate. The inspector years ago said number five's a deadly hole.
words and music by Woody Guthrie. . While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted. to say that I always was a man to work.. . I was born working and I worked my way up by hard.