Way down in the valley
On a dusty road
Old man with a pick and shovel
Searchin for the mother lode
Seekin' fame and fortune
A little peace of mind
It's a tale of a man's gold fever
Back in '49
Livin' out of a tin shack
Out on the trail
Nothin' more than a mule pack
And a mindless tale
Fever for gold
He's got fever for gold
Left east on a callin'
Don't wash again
Travelled west to a boomtown
Had to stake a claim
Never known as a big man
Had the heart of ten
Left the wife and family
Together they'd be again.
Chorus
Hidin' out on the hillside
Lookin' out below
Heard the voice of old St. Peter
All this time ago
He went in town with a preacher
On the judgement day
He took a swing and it all came falling
He knew he just struck the vein
Yeah
Chorus
