Gold Rush
I left
I left
To go to the west
The west to find a place to call my own
These men
These men
Tell their stories
Their stories of the California gold
Well I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
No I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
Oh but the gold rush is coming
So I guess I should
Climb on board
These boots
These boots
They're all worn in
They're drenched in blood
From the ripping of my skin
This horse
My horse
She's my best friend, yes she is
She speaks to me with words
I cannot say
Well I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
No I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
Oh but the gold rush is coming
So I guess I should
Climb on board
Well I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
No I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
Well I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
No I don't
Care much for
Fables
Anymore
Oh but the gold rush is coming
So I guess I should
Climb on board
Oh but the gold rush is coming
So I guess I should
Climb on board