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On the first day of winter I was set to leave |
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With the lost awe of true love in my eye |
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The wild frontier outlaws and thieves |
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To find me a mountain in the sky |
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There's gold in them hills I heard the man cry |
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There's gold in them hills for the taking |
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It's a one-way ticket down a river of lies |
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There's gold in them hills if you make it |
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On the last day of spring I first saw the sea |
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A poor boy with good luck on my side |
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Ready for riches, I rolled up my sleeve |
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And took my first step down my life |
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Had my wallet, same old pocket |
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Sixteen dollars, brand new shoes |
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Empty bottles, sad turned daughters |
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What's a country boy to do |
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Tell dear mother that I miss her |
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But things are different now there's nothing I can do |
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Your dark haired son is now long gone |
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Remember me when you stare at the moon |
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Broken my heart, diamonds and gold |
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Through scandal, through madness, through cold |
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All I have left is this gray in my beard |
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This mountain and the stories that I've told |
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There's gold in them hills I heard the man cry |
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There's gold in them hills for the taking |
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It's a one-way ticket down a river of lies |
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There's gold in them hills if you make it |
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There's gold in them hills |
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There's gold in them hills |
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There's gold in them hills if you make it |
