Delta Lithium General Discussion, page-996

"Big iron yinnie by Marty Robbins"

To the small town of Kalgoorlie rode a stranger one fine day,
Hardly spoke to suits around him, didn't have too much to say.
They all dared to ask his business, flanno's about to flap his lip, for the miner there amongst them had a drill bit on his hip, drill bit on his hip.

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town,
came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around.
There's some red dirt on the loose deep running came whisperin from each lip, and I'm here to do some business with the drill bit on my hip, drill bit on his hip.

Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around, was West Australian miner, wouldn't be too long in town.
He came here to take their cash back be it up or be it down,
and the crowd sat down before him say, swim or surely drown. Swim or surely drown.

The morning passed so quickly, we were up right after briggs. One forty one a Tuesday representin deltas rigs.
Flanno's armed with stat's and figures, here to show them how he digs. But the old crowd seems to think he's here for the shits and for the gigs, shits and for the gigs.

It was over in a moment for the folks who all sat down, we're gonna short on delta drive that cowboy outta town.
They said he might not go on drillin but they made a fatal slip,
flanno's headin back to yinnie with a drill bit on his hip
drill bit on his hiiip.


If there's only one who gets it, that's good enough.