Get out of the way fat man, you got something to do Go fill up your hands till they're shining up at you You gotta get out while there's gold in the air It's falling like water, coming down from the hills
Go West Young Man Earn a dollar a day just like your family said You're rolling your days right on into the night The head of the line's going way out of sight Go West Young Man, like your family said
All along the wagons All along the dusty trail Seventeen years not over a day Like children in the wild Mother's milk still wet on your face
And no one to pray for your safe journey home Out beyond the desert Across the mountains by the lake Servants who leave their master's house Are walking all the way The golden fields that beckoned you Are darkened by the years
Go West Young Man If you knew then what you know today You'd be back where you started, a happier man And leave all the glory to those who have remained
Go West Young Man Go West Young Man, like your family saidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
