we were setting up for the river gold rush
wade in to our knees
bend and drop your pan, wash it from the sand
thankful for a breeze
the strikes came on fast
folks said this would last
the rush was in full swing
you got sick that year and we shed our tears
when you didn't see spring

began walking that lonesome road
Many have been there but have never come home

i cried real hard then
first time since I was ten and my father died
he worked in an age when work meant something strange
unknown in most our lives
pillars of the earth shifted in the earth
can wear a body down
after our dying days will we wander as strays
never to be found

walking that lonesome road
many have been there but have never come home
please come home

must be forty degrees
sun lifts above the trees
trying to get the best of me
and I cannot shake this fiery, burning ache
that's risen in my chest "oh please.."
all the gold on this claim could not return the pain
that's rattling through my bones
somewhere in my mind
i begin to climb that dark and lonesome roam

walking that lonesome road
many have been there but have never come home
please come home

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