E5                          C5 
Took my fam'ly away from my Carolina home 
E5                            C5 
Had dreams about the West and started to roam 
E5                   C5 
Six long months on a dust covered trail 
E5                               C5 
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell 
 
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C5           G5                     D5 
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air 
A5                          C5              E5 
gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there 
 
 
We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five 
sellin' everything we found just to stay alive 
gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars 
sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star 
 
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Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat 
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street 
Men were shot down for the sake of fun 
Or just to hear the noise of their forty four guns 
 
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Now my widow she weeps by my grave 
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save 
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame 
All for a useless and no good worthless claim 
 
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