If theres one thing I know its that there aint no gold in California And my back is broke from this old oxens yoke Im wearing for you Train tracks went through the woods, filled up with foreign goods Steam whistle in my ear confirms my biggest fear Our church is gonna change, river waters rise Across the open range, gonna hear that settlers cry If theres one thing I know, its that we dug too deep in California And he sung me some words, some South American love song gone and stolen We tread on hallowed ground, good Lord dont make a sound Its gonna die down in the glen, dam loved by wealthy men That train is gonna come, its gonna bring that city steel Brother you cant run from the devils crooked deal Our church is gonna change, our church is gonna change That flag was flying on fire, my Bible burned to the ground If you train your ear on top of wires, you think youre safe and sound But the church is gonna change Across the open range, youll hear that settlers cry That train is gonna come, its gonna bring that city steel Brother you cant run from the devils crooked deal Yeah the church is gonna change [repeats]
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