Woody's Roundup movie - Prospector Polka lyrics

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There's a little guy I know, who spends all day just huntin' gold<br>

And he loves to dance the polka cowboy style<br>

Snowy beard and turned up hat, taps his toe this way and that<br>

Keeping time to happy music all the while <br>

He was born in Pennsylvania but came West when just a lad<br>

To stake a claim and mine that yella gold<br>

With a shovel and a pick and a happy polka kick<br>

He's the best at finding nuggets so I'm told <br>

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He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf<br>

And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself<br>

With a pickax for a partner he dances o'er the plains<br>

He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling range <br>

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With his bag of mining tools and the big ole long-eared mule<br>

He's off at dawn upon his golden quest<br>

If you see him say "Hello" Pete's a fellow you should know<br>

He's a polka dancin' champion of the West <br>

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He's Pete the Old Prospector, a happy little elf<br>

And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself<br>

With his pickax for a partner he dances o'er the plains<br>

He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling range <br>

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He's Pete the Old Prospector, champion of the rolling range<br>

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