Historical Folk Lyrics
"Life In A Prairie Shack"

Oh, a life in the prairie shack when the rain begins to pour,
Drip, drip it comes through the roof, and some comes through the door.
The tenderfoot curses his fate, and faintly mutters, "Ah,
This bloomin' country's a fraud, and I want to go home to my ma."

CHORUS:
Mal Mal I want to go home to my ma.
This bloomin' country's a fraud,
And I want to go home to my ma.
Oh, he saddled his fiery cayuse, determined to flourish 'round,
The critter began to buck and threw him off on the ground.
And as he picked himself up, he was heard to mutter, "Ah,
This bloomin' country's a fraud, and I want to go home to my ma."

Oh, he tried to light a fire at twenty degrees below,
He made a lick at the stick and he amputated his toe;
And as he crawled to his shack he was heard to mutter,
"Ah, This hloomin' country's a fraud, and I want to go home to mmy ."

Now all you tenderfeet, list before you go too far,
If you haven't a government site, you'd better stay where you are,
And if you take my advice, then you will not mutter, "Ah,
This bloomin' country's a fraud, and I want to go home to my ma."