They all, were losers And none had a dime And they all drew pictures Of what was stored in their minds Questions and answers Filled with fables and rhymes Headed west was a 49er To stake his new shrine Some never made Their dreams come to life Many men fell From a gun or a knife They grew old and weary And ashamed Of the stories they told And the wealth that they gained But the road, was a rough one Wind and hills were their foe And no man, was a low man They were too young to know Headed west was a 49er Get rich quick, live life finer On and on and on, the story goes Some never made Their dreams to life Many men fell From a gun or a knife They grew old and weary And ashamed Of the stories they told And the wealth that they gained Now rich man, and poor Arent equal to one And they follow the stars Once the journeys begun Shines the gleam, in their eye And the song in their heart If the land dont shred his mind Itll tear his soul apart Some never made Their dreams come to life Many men fell From a gun or a knife They grew old and weary And ashamed Of the stories they told And the wealth that they gained Some never made Their dreams come to life Many men fell To a gun or a knife They grew old and weary And ashamed Of the stories that told And the wealth that they gained That they gained
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