There's Gold in Them There Hills

We came from Muswell Hill
Me and Billy and a wagon of whiskey
Strumming on red guitars, ye-ha and hip-hip
We're gonna make it rich
(Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
It's a gold rush, it's a gold rush)
It was 88˚ in the shade
And the sun left us in a daze
We ran around chasing tumbleweeds
We got gold fever

There's gold in them there hills
But we died before we found it
There's gold in them there hills
But we never lived to tell the tale
There's gold

We came from Muswell Hill
Two sloshed little gold prospectors
With a pick and a shovel and a frying pan
Come on and dig, dig our fortune out of the sand
(Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
It's a gold rush, it's a gold rush)
The sun was burning hot
The Indians shot our socks off
There were vultures on our shoulders
We got gold fever

There's gold in them there hills
But we died before we found it
There's gold in them there hills
But we never lived to tell the tale
There's gold

Pull on your boots and throw away your hat



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Marks
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