| My name is Bill Harlan. |
| I’m a God fearin' man
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| From the lost rebel army, a Tennessee Calvary man
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| From Shilo to Nashville we made our last stand
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| When the battles were over, everythin' we had was gone with the wind
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| But I still had my family and a hope and a dream
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| And I heard of gold fever and the Rocky Mountain streams
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| So we took what we had and some gold diggin' gear
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| And we headed for a new life on the Northwest frontier
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| Montana Territory where the winters are cold
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| The lands full of game and the creeks are full of gold
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| Just west of the mountains is a town they call Gibbonsville
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| You can sure get gold fever, you can damn sure get killed
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| But I staked my claims, I was rarin' to go
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| I’ve made up my mind and I set out to find the Gibbonsville (D)gold
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| Oh, you find just a little, just enough to get by
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| Aww, you dig and you dig, and you start wonderin' why
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| There’s a whole lot more down there, I don’t have to be told
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| I’ve made up my mind and I’m gonna find that Gibbonsville gold
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| Every morning at daylight with a pick and a pan
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| Keep an eye out for the blackfeet. |
| Keep a rifle near hand
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| Back shooters and grizzlies, better stay alert all the time
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| 'Cause the only law here in this wild country is the gun and the knife
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| In the year of our Lord, eighteen sixty-nine
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| I lost my dear son to a cave-in at the mine
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| Yes I know he’s gone please God rest his soul
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| So many have died trying to find this damned Gibbonsville gold
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| Yeah, you find just a little, just enough to get by
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| Aww, you dig and you dig, and you start wonderin' why
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| Then someone finds a nugget, just as big as your thumb
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| And we all go hard at it from sun until sun
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| Yeah I got to find it, that main mother load
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| I’ve made up my mind and I swear to find that Gibbonsville gold
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| There’s a whole lot more down there, my share of that main mother load
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| I’ve made up my mind and I swear to find the Gibbonsville gold |