| Took my fam’ly away from my Carolina home
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| Had dreams about the West and started to roam
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| Six long months on a dust covered trail
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| They say heaven’s at the end but so far it’s been hell
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| And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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| Gold in them hills and it’s waitin' for me there
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| We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five
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| Sellin' everything we found just to stay alive
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| Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
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| Sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star
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| And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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| Gold in them hills and it’s waitin' for me there
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| Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat
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| Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
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| Men were shot down for the sake of fun
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| Or just to hear the noise of their forty-four guns
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| And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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| Gold in them hills and it’s waitin' for me there
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| Now my widow she weeps by my grave
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| Tears flow free for her man she couldn’t save
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| Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
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| All for a useless and no good worthless claim
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| And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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| Gold in them hills and it’s waitin' for me there
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| Fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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| Gold in them hills and it’s waitin' for me there
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| Waitin' for me there |