Fortune Panning

They say take the one winding road
Prospecting rivers and streams
Fortune panning for gold in my mind
But the bottom was sandy this time

Oh her jagged-tooth mountains swallow the sky
With trees so tall and so wide
They say when you get there it's the sight to behold
California, land of the gold

They say there's more fish in the sea
Swimming the depths down below
I dive in searching a new world to find
But the pages are blanking this time

Sky painted orange, she goes there to hide
Crescent moon on the tide
They say when you get there, it's the sight to behold
California land of the gold

In a blue moon so they say
Stars shoot their guns across the sky
Whisky wind come, won't you give me a line
But the bottle was empty this time

Oh the poppies they sprinkle the hills by june
But are come and gone, oh too soon
They say when you get there, it's the sight to behold
California the land of the gold
Oh California the land



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Hunter Sterne-weiler, Timothy Sterne-weiler
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