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49er
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,
Aren't equal to one.
And they follow the stars,
Once the journey's begun.
Shines the gleam, in their eye,
And the song in their heart.
If the land don't shred his mind,
It'll 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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That they gained.
And the wealth that they gained.
Of the stories that told,
And ashamed,
They grew old and weary,
To a gun or a knife.
Many men fell,
Their dreams come to life.
Some never made,
And the wealth that they gained.
Of the stories they told,
And ashamed,
They grew old and weary,
From a gun or a knife.
Many men fell,
Their dreams come to life.
Some never made,
It'll tear his soul apart.
If the land don't shred his mind,
And the song in their heart.
Shines the gleam, in their eye,
Once the journey's begun.
And they follow the stars,
Aren't equal to one.
Now rich man, and poor,
And the wealth that they gained.
Of the stories they told,
And ashamed,
They grew old and weary,
From a gun or a knife.
Many men fell,
Their dreams to life.
Some never made,
On and on and on, the story goes.
Get rich quick, live life finer.
Headed west was a 49er,
They were too young to know.
And no man, was a low man,
Wind and hills were their foe.
But the road, was a rough one,
And the wealth that they gained.
Of the stories they told,
And ashamed,
They grew old and weary,
From a gun or a knife.
Many men fell,
Their dreams come to life.
Some never made,
To stake his new shrine.
Headed west was a '49er,
Filled with fables and rhymes.
Questions and answers,
Of what was stored in their minds.
And they all drew pictures,
And none had a dime.
They all, were losers,
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