An Ol' Tin Cup (And a Battered Ol' Coffee Pot)
I was riding my horse in the desert
Tired and weary at mind
Not knowing what I was searching for
And not caring what I might find
When suddenly, there in the desert
My old buck stumbled and to my surprise
He uncovered a world of greens right before my eyes
There was an ol' tin cup, a battered old coffee pot
A saddle, a pick and a spade
All but remained from the hopes of a miner
And the wonderful plans he once made
The rusty old rim from the wheel of a wagon
The strings from guitar he had played
Giving mute testimony to the hopes of an old 49er
From the wonderful plans he once made
A handful of nuggets lay gleaming in the sun
Right next to the gun he used to hold
You see, he learned from a friend
That the end of his rainbow was just a bag of fools gold
An ol' tin cup, a battered old coffee pot
A good book, from which he had prayed
Telling the story of an old 49er
Of the wonderful plans he once made
There was a faded picture of a girl there too
In a pretty gingham dress
Rested, near a letter
A letter that told how a stranger had come along and taken her away
And her love for him, had grown cold
Beside that ol' tin cup, and battered old coffee pot
I knelt with his good book and prayed
To the lord, please, take care
Of the old 49er and the wonderful plans he once made
Tired and weary at mind
Not knowing what I was searching for
And not caring what I might find
When suddenly, there in the desert
My old buck stumbled and to my surprise
He uncovered a world of greens right before my eyes
There was an ol' tin cup, a battered old coffee pot
A saddle, a pick and a spade
All but remained from the hopes of a miner
And the wonderful plans he once made
The rusty old rim from the wheel of a wagon
The strings from guitar he had played
Giving mute testimony to the hopes of an old 49er
From the wonderful plans he once made
A handful of nuggets lay gleaming in the sun
Right next to the gun he used to hold
You see, he learned from a friend
That the end of his rainbow was just a bag of fools gold
An ol' tin cup, a battered old coffee pot
A good book, from which he had prayed
Telling the story of an old 49er
Of the wonderful plans he once made
There was a faded picture of a girl there too
In a pretty gingham dress
Rested, near a letter
A letter that told how a stranger had come along and taken her away
And her love for him, had grown cold
Beside that ol' tin cup, and battered old coffee pot
I knelt with his good book and prayed
To the lord, please, take care
Of the old 49er and the wonderful plans he once made
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Writer(s): Max Rich
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