[Verso 1]

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Have you heard the story of the Mobile Goat from the Grand ole Southern Shore 
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On the lovely isle of Newfoundland where goats don’t roam no more 
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It’s about a man named Dylan who’s cursing was of note 
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And how he was digging for spuds one day when he spoke to the Mobile Goat 


[Verso 2]

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Now the Goat had been stealing Dylan’s spuds for twenty years or more 
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And every time he saw him Dylan cursed and raged and swore 
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He was digging hard in his field this time and the goat was chewing away 
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Near a great big six foot granite rock when Dylan heard him say 


[Refrão]
 
N.C                     G          N.C.                   D 
Are you diggin em Dylan? (3 shots) Are you diggin’ em deep? (3shots) 
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Are you piling em Dylan (3 Shots) in a nice big heap? 
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Oh I’m diggin em says Dylan, not enough to fill me boat 
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But I’d be diggin em more if it wasn’t for you, you rotten stinking goat 



[Verso 3]
 
G                                                               D 
Now Dylan got the fright of his life when he knew just what took place 
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And he said Good Lord ‘tis the Devil himself come to snatch me from your grace 
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He’s gonna take me for my sacrilege and rotten life of sin 
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And he ran like mad down the hill to home and the goat just pitched right in 



[Verso 4]
 
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But, you see it was the priest just passing by when he heard old Dylan curse 
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At the goat and the spuds and the Lord above for making all things worse 
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Just to hush the roars at Heaven above he thought he’d bid Good Day 
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And as he passed the garden fence the good priest he did say 



[Refrão]

N.C                     G          N.C.                   D 
Are you diggin em Dylan? (3 shots) Are you diggin’ em deep? (3shots) 
N.C.                  D                         G 
Are you piling em Dylan (3 Shots) in a nice big heap? 
G                                                  C 
Oh I’m diggin em says Dylan, not enough to fill me boat 
C                              G                    D              G 
But I’d be diggin em more if it wasn’t for you, you rotten stinking goat 



[Verso 5]

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You can never tell Dylan t’was the priest who spoke to his cursing spree 
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Passing quietly behind that rock so Dylan couldn’t see 
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And to this day in Mobile on the Grand Old Southern Shore 
C                     G                       D              G 
There’s a thousand who believe the goat spoke out when Dylan swore 



[Refrão]
 
N.C                     G          N.C.                   D 
Are you diggin em Dylan? (3 shots) Are you diggin’ em deep? (3shots) 
N.C.                  D                         G 
Are you piling em Dylan (3 Shots) in a nice big heap? 
G                                                  C 
Oh I’m diggin em says Dylan, not enough to fill me boat 
C                              G                    D              G 
But I’d be diggin em more if it wasn’t for you, you rotten stinking goat 
C                              G                    D              G 
But I’d be diggin em more if it wasn’t for you, you rotten stinking goat