Gold Fever
Down at the crossroads you're down on your knees
Looking up at the sky there's something in the breeze
It comes blowing through the southern trees
In 1855 on the outskirts of town
Where fortune is hidden and rubies gleam in the ground
There's a legend we heard that gold can be found
In the mud and the blood stealing bread rum and booze
No nobody round here has a thing to lose
Missin' mamas butter and honey on bread
She said to me child you better not end up here dead
Now every man woman and child is gathered round
There's a red belly black and the rumbling sound of
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Ohh ohh Gold fever
Down at the crossroads in dirt and the stones
Onwards in strife you can't go home
Hear the clinking, and the tinking and the rocking of the mine
Yeah you know the fire's still burning from 1855
Well you plunder all day in the dirt and the grime
Raise your glass and be bewitched by
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Ohh ohh Gold fever
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Woah Oooh Gold fever
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Woah Oooh Gold fever
Woah Oooh Gold fever
Looking up at the sky there's something in the breeze
It comes blowing through the southern trees
In 1855 on the outskirts of town
Where fortune is hidden and rubies gleam in the ground
There's a legend we heard that gold can be found
In the mud and the blood stealing bread rum and booze
No nobody round here has a thing to lose
Missin' mamas butter and honey on bread
She said to me child you better not end up here dead
Now every man woman and child is gathered round
There's a red belly black and the rumbling sound of
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Ohh ohh Gold fever
Down at the crossroads in dirt and the stones
Onwards in strife you can't go home
Hear the clinking, and the tinking and the rocking of the mine
Yeah you know the fire's still burning from 1855
Well you plunder all day in the dirt and the grime
Raise your glass and be bewitched by
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Ohh ohh Gold fever
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Woah Oooh Gold fever
Gold fever knocking at your door
Gold fever down to your core
Gold fever gonna take your man
Gold fever coming down again
Woah Oooh Gold fever
Woah Oooh Gold fever
Credits
Writer(s): Misty Harlowe, Misty Henderson
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