Comin' Back For More

'way up in the snow

Where the scrub oaks grow

And the coneys and the picas play

Where the marmots abound

All a-diggin' in the ground

And the wind blows cold all day



There's a little pile a' stones

On a little pile a' bones

That's a-what the archaeologists say

But the folks in lake city

Well, they sing a different ditty

It would like to make your hair turn gray



Now, it's kind'a hard to find

But it'll altercate your mind

If you happen to go the right way

You take slumgullion pass

And don't stop for no gas

Until you get yourself to al's caf