Текст песни Dingbat Diller (The Chuck-A-Lucks) с переводом

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

Перевод песни Dingbat Diller