| Let me tell you about a story, about a man named Joe
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| His family they was hungry, so he said I’m gonna go Go up in the mountains, start looking for some gold
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| So he started out one morning, the wind was getting cold
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| The air was nearly freezing, it was ten degrees below
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| Chorus:
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| Sad eyed Joe, why did you go,
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| Your family’s gonna miss you, they want you back at home
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| Think about the winter, think about the snow
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| Think about the things that you’re gonna leave behind
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| When your looking for the gold dust that you’re never gonna find
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| He wakes up every morning, after only five hours sleep
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| Chewing on a tasteless piece of gristly worn out meat
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| His coffee runout weeks ago he won’t admit defeat
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| Panning on the water searching with his hands
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| Looking for the yellow dust but all he find is sand
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| Chorus
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| They searched fro him every day for one whole solid week
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| They found him lying frozen at the bottom of the creek
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| A bag of yellow gold dust between his icy feet
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| His collar it was turned up frozen to his jaw
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| Sad eyed Joe looked sadder than he ever looked before
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| Chorus |