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He took my fam'ly away from Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell

And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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

And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin’ in the air,
Gold in them hills and it’s waitin’ for me there

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

And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin’ in the air, Gold in them hills and it’s waitin’ for me there

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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