Don't Treat Me Bad lyrics

Artist - Firehouse

Album - Firehouse

Lyrics - Don't Treat Me Bad

Spoken:

Boys there's gonna be a big blast.

We'd better be careful and count our steps

aways from the dynamite or else…

Huh, well let me tell you a story

'One, two, three,' said the prospector

settin' his dynamite

'Four, five, six,' said the prospector

packing his fuses tight

'Seven, eight nine,' said the prospector

down in the mine so cold

Ten big steps took the prospector

dreaming of big piles of gold

Spoken:

Boy, it's dark down here, I'd better turn on the

lamp. Let's see, I got my map here…ah, right,

then turn left, and right, left, right. Ah good thing

I've got the eyes of a much younger man. Oh,

ow, my toe, oh! Coulda been worse though,

I coulda hit my head, Ow, my head! Whew!

Whoa, oh, oh my gosh! Look, the mother lode,

look at all that gold. Oh it's time to set the

dynamite. Let's see, I'll put one stick here, no,

let's see I'll put ten sticks, no, I'll put a hundred

sticks of dynamite here. Oh, and then I'll light the

fuse and get away. Oh, I'd better get far enough

away. Let's see, I took ten steps gettin' here,

I'll take ten steps away, I'll count backwards.

'Ten, nine, eight,' said the prospector

stepping careful and slow

'Seven, six, five,' said the prospector

the dynamite ready to go

'Four, three, two,' said the prospector

wandering to and fro

'One and ('Blast!')' said the prospector…

And blew himself clean to Oregon and parts

of Idyho!

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