ORCHARDS OF GOLD
WELL I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING SIP MY COFFEE WITH MY DEMONDS
THEN I SMOKE A COUPLE CIGGARETTS AS I TURN ON THE TV
AND I FLIP IT TO THE NEWS BUT ITS NEVER ANY GOOD NEWS
SOMEONE OUT THERE’S ALWAYS HUNGRY SOMEONES CALLING OUT FOR WAR
THEN IT ALL FAIDS INTO STATIC AND I’M PANICED ON THE FLOOR STARING AT
JUNK MAIL AND BILLS AND THE BILLS ARE CHANGING COLOR
AND I WONT SIT AND WATCH MY LIFE FLY BY LIKE ITS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE
FOR EVERY MILE I EVER PUT BEHIND ME THERES A NOTCH CARVED IN MY SOUL
AND I WILL TRAVEL UNTIL I FIND THOSE ORCHARDS OF GOLD
SO I STEP OUT TO THE FRONT PORCH WHATCH THE NEIGHBORHOOD DRIVE BY
GHOST HEADED TO THE GRAVEYARD TO STRESS AWAY THERE LIVES
AND I WONDER IF THEY’VE EVER TRULY FELT, THE SUN UPON THERE FACE
SO I STEP INTO MY WORK BOOTS AND I WALK DOWN TO THE BAR
ROLL THREES AWAY AND DROP ALL OF MY CHANGE INTO THE JUKEBOX
AND I’LL DRINK AWAY A HARD DAY AND SING UNTIL THE STARS FADE AWAY
AND I WONT SIT AND WATCH MY LIFE FLY BY LIKE ITS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE
FOR EVERY MILE I EVER PUT BEHIND ME THERES A NOTCH CARVED IN MY SOUL
AND I WILL TRAVEL UNTIL I FIND THOSE ORCHARDS OF GOLD
Lyrics Submitted by Charles Everson Crowe