49er - RIOT

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