| Em | C | |
| Took my fam'ly away from my | Carolina home |
| Em | C | |
| Had dreams about the West and | started to roam |
| Em | C | |
| Six long months on a | dust covered trail |
| Em | C | |
| They say heaven's at the end but | so far it's been hell |
| chorus |
| C | G | D | |
| And there's | fire on the mountain, | lightnin' in the air |
| Am | C | Em | |
| gold in them hills and it's | waitin' for me | there. |
| We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five |
| sellin' everything we found just to stay alive |
| gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars |
| sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star. |
| chorus |
| Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat |
| Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street |
| Men were shot down for the sake of fun |
| Or just to hear the noise of their forty four guns. |
| chorus |
| Now my widow she weeps by my grave |
| Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save |
| Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame |
| All for a useless and no good worthless claim |
| chorus (2x) (end on G instead of Em) |
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| jk13@aol.com (John Kearney) |
| "If we do not change direction, we will end up where we are |
| headed." Lao Tsu |
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Solo acoustic rendition recorded 5/09 with lead guitar break recorded 11/86