Gold Rush

Old yankee's been taken
Evangelical cross forsaken

Tavern talkin'
Westward walkin'
Forty days for a frontier crossin'

A man of God
Lust for the money
I'll dig for gold til' my hands are bloodied
A man of God
Lust for the money
I won't need God where I'm headed, honey!

Eighteen forty-two
Right before forty-nine
Make it out quick before the prairie dogged wagon line

Bartered with a crooked crew
For maps and their southern brew
Moonshine!

Runnin' for a land grab
Dreamin' of lamb shank
New York city with its bustlin' bar tab

The inn says their no room
Well I traded my cross for a night at the saloon

A man of God
Lust for the money
I'll dig for gold til' my hands are bloodied
A man of God
Lust for the money
I won't need God where I'm headed, honey!

I won't be waitin'
With gold on my finger tips

No more soul savin'
With gold on my finger tips

I'm only cravin'
Gold on my fingertips

I need that gold, baby!
Fill my pockets full of gold



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Adler
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