Em                          C
Took my fam'ly away from my Carolina home
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Had dreams about the West and started to roam
Em                   C
Six long months on a dust covered trail
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They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell

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C           G                     D
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Am                          C              Em
gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there

Em                               C
We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five
Em                                  C
sellin' everything we found just to stay alive
Em                                C
gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Em                                        C
sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star

chorus
           FLUTE SOLO(Em-C-Em-C-Em-C-Em-C)

Em                              C
Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat
Em                                           C
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Em                            C
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Em                                 C
Or just to hear the noise of their forty four guns

chorus

Em                        C
Now my widow she weeps by my grave
Em                              C
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Em                                   C
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
Em                                 C
All for a useless and no good worthless claim