The Goldrush

I went digging for gold

I went down to the valley

Over by the mountain

Where the prospector had been told

I'm marching through the cold

We're marching through the coldI went digging for gold

I went down with my brother

A bucket and a shovel

and a book about the color of coal

I'm marching through the cold

We're marching through the coldThere's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line

Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?

She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one

Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sunI went digging for gold

I went down to the valley

Over by the mountain

Where the prospector had been told

I'm marching through the cold

We're marching through the cold