GOLD-FEVER BLIND

Theme Song for the "Gold-Fever Blind" TOUR featuring

MOUNTAIN GHOST® Live Musical Performances

 

The drift is up to my hips

The wind is slapping my cheeks

I haven't been warm since I first hit this storm

And I haven't seen blue skies for weeks

The trail's been lost for days now

And death ain't far away

The only relief is the stone-blind belief

Things are still as they were on the day

 

I dug my spurs into my pony

Left my home and my loved ones behind

Lost my heart to the western horizon

Lost my head and went gold-fever blind

 

Life in the fields was as cheap

As a deed to a drunk piece of lead

A few veins were pure but the richest for sure

Were the gold-laden dreams of the dead

With a gun my only conscience

And greed my only boss

I soon came to feeling no strike deal or stealing

Could ever recover the loss

 

So I dug my spurs into my pony

Left the dust and the dreaming behind

Headed home to the good life I lost when I

Lost my head and went gold-fever blind

 

The drift is up to my hips

My face is too froze to weep

I look back a-ways to a blur in the haze

Where my pony done laid down to sleep

I would have set down beside her

But my legs were too numb to tire

And somewhere out there there's a log cabin home

With a wife and a child and a fire

Then there like a vein full of sunshine

Lies the fence where the back forty ends

Telling me everything's just fine

Just like it was way back when

 

I dug my spurs into my pony

Left my home and my loved ones behind

Lost my heart to the western horizon

Lost my head and went gold-fever blind

 

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