Moved my family away from my Carolina home.
Had dreams about the west, and started to roam.
Six long months on a dust covered trail.
They say that heavens at the end, but so far it’s been hell.
(Chorus)
Fire on the Mountain, Lightning in the air.
Gold in them hills, and it’s waiting for me there.
We were diggin & sittin from five to five.
Sellin’ every thing we found just to stay alive.
Gold flowed free like whisky in the bars.
Singin’ was the big thing Lord, and Sid was the star.
Chorus & Lead (over chorus, then verse [flute] ).
Dance Hall girls were the evening treat.
Empty cartridge & blood lines the Good Earth of the street.
Men were shout down for the sake of fun.
Or just to hear the noise of their .44 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 vain.
All for a useless & no good worthless claim.
Chorus 2x, then out.