Fools Gold

The gold road's sure a long road Winds on through the

hills for fifteen days The pack on my back is aching The

straps seem to cut me like a knife The gold road's sure a

long road Winds on through the hills for fifteen days

The pack on my back is aching The straps seem to cut

me like a knife I'm no clown, I won't back down I don't

need you to tell me what's going down Down, down,

down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down,

down, down, down, down, down I'm standing

alone, I'm watching you all I'm seeing you sinking I'm

standing alone, you're weighing the gold I'm watching

you sinking Fool's Gold

These boots weren't made for walking The Marquis De

Sade never made no boots like these Gold's just around

the corner Breakdown's coming up round the bend

Sometimes you have to try to get along dear I know the

truth and I know what you're thinking Down, down, down,

down, down, down, down