Hey, Mister Goldminer

Gold, gold, gold
I used to wear a wear a gold ring
But I cast it aside

Gold is no longer a thing I can put on with pride

Since I was told how they leach out that gold with cyanide
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
What you drinking?

Stuck in this gambling town with a flat tire
Video, poker, and cracks a cold red wine
Hey, what do you say?
We both turn away from that goddamn tv

Hey Mister Goldminer, won't you come sing karaoke with me?
Hey Mister Goldminer, come sing karaoke with me

I know there are some minor and not so minor things on which we disagree
But it looks like the microphones free
I would be honored if you joined me in a duet

(I'll sing the part of George Jones)
I'll be Tammy Wynette
(Golden ring)
Some nights
(With one tiny little stone)
Are just meant to forget
Some nights are just meant to forget