Fools Gold

The gold road's sure a long road Winds on through the
hills for fifteen days The pack on my back is aching The
straps seem to cut me like a knife The gold road's sure a
long road Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching The straps seem to cut
me like a knife I'm no clown, I won't back down I don't
need you to tell me what's going down Down, down,
down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down,
down, down, down, down, down I'm standing
alone, I'm watching you all I'm seeing you sinking I'm
standing alone, you're weighing the gold I'm watching
you sinking Fool's Gold
These boots weren't made for walking The Marquis De
Sade never made no boots like these Gold's just around
the corner Breakdown's coming up round the bend
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear I know the
truth and I know what you're thinking Down, down, down,
down, down, down, down