The Silent Comedy - 49
We loaded rifles with our ragged britches on
We built the wagons, and we head to Cali-for-nia
I?ve got a lot to say, so you must sit and take it all
Your father looked at me like a thing that don?t belong
Some sorry sailor with no fortune for his daughter
I?ll take your words with me - I?ll cross the Rockies in the fall
To win my baby ? I?ll find fortunes fit to take you home
Blood washes glitter from stone
Mad forces, bodies and bones
Blood washes glitter from stone
Four years and seven days since I left what was my home
Return to find you cavortin? with another
He bent a knee for you ? bought you a ring of solid gold
With that vein my fate pursued, I could have made five hundred more
You?re breaking my patience
You?re breaking my patience
You?re breaking my patience DOWN
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