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Wagons rolled out under darkened skies |
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The sun refused to shine |
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Four-hundred people full of hopes and dreams |
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In eighteen-forty-nine |
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They waved goodbye, women dried their tears |
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Young men hid their fears |
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They headed west, full of confidence |
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That their fortunes would appear |
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They packed a trunk full of china, a bible or two |
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A shotgun for Leroy, a pistol for Lou |
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A pretty dress for Sarah |
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And a hat for sister Fay |
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No one thought their greed for gold would change their lives someday |
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They headed west in eighteen-forty-nine |
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Sixty-one wagons, two miles long in a line |
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They headed west in eighteen-forty-nine |
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March winds came, filled the sky with lightnin' |
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It rained all day and night |
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Old men died and backs were broken |
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As they set their wagons right |
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They crossed the mountains, came down to the sea |
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Sure that it would be |
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Gold and riches and a life of ease |
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But what they didn't see... |
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Was a trunk full of china all broken in two |
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A shotgun for Leroy that he used on Lou |
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A pretty dress for Sarah |
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That they used to bury Fay |
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No one thought their greed for gold would change their lives that way |
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They came for gold in eighteen-forty-nine |
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Sixty-one wagons, two miles long in a line |
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A promised land in eighteen-forty-nine |
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A promised land in eighteen-forty-nine |
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A promised land in eighteen-forty-nine |
