Goldtown (feat. Andrew R Morris) [The J.B.G. Tribute Version]

Nobody told me I could go this far
Sleeping in the dust, waking up in my car
Always heading west across the lonely state
Always heading west, got no more faith
Everybody told me, boy, you shouldn't go
You gonna find your sweet grave that's for sure

Goldtown, Goldtown
Here I come you better get your gold on the ground
Yeah, I'm gonna meet my pretty mademoiselle
Got a pack o' roses and the lies that I'll tell
I'll tell her everything that she likes to hear
But please b-b-baby let's get outta here

Baby asked me where the hell I'm going to
Said I gotta stay away a night or two
Gonna fulfill every god damned cliché
Got my spade and my '62 Chevrolet
I'm gettin' old, I'm freezing cold
I hear the lies that I already told

Goldtown, Goldtown
Hand in the air n' put your gold on the ground
I wanna meet my pretty mademoiselle
Got a few roses and the lies to tell
Tell her every sweet thing she likes to hear
Gonna kiss her hand and call her "Dear"
Well, you got to please believe my true love feeling!

Goldtown, Goldtown
Hand in the air, get your gold on the ground
Oh I'm gonna see my pretty mademoiselle
Well, I left home and went straight through Hell

Goldtown, Goldtown
Here I come you better put your gold on the ground
I'm gonna meet my pretty mademoiselle
Got a pack o' roses and the lies I would tell
I tell her everything that she likes to hear
Kiss her sweetly and call her "Dear"

Goldtown, Goldtown
Hands in the air put your gold on the ground
I'm gonna see my pretty mademoiselle
Got a few roses and the lies to tell
I'll tell her everything that she wants to hear
But please b-b-baby get me outta here!