Legends of the Gold Rush

Party of one
at a table for two
checkin’ your watch
but this ain’t nothin’ new
it just means she’s done
you’ve nothin’ left for her
now that you’re broken
and puzzled and poorer

Hard to imagine
her sweet lips could lie,
or that she could leave
without tellin’ you why;
those cornflower eyes
she said were for you
were already searchin’
for somebody new.

From the hungry east they came
rode their poor plow horses lame
drawn out by the tales of wealth
for each man with grit and health

Boomtowns sprang up from the dust
but their promises went bust
many said it served them right
tryin’ to get rich overnight

Ain’t nothin’ you did
ain’t your fault at all
any man with his senses
is destined to fall
and give her whatever
she tells him she needs
and not even notice
the streams that he bleeds

Without word or warning
she’s just off and gone,
your wallet is empty,
your stuff’s on the lawn.
She ain’t comin’ back
but man trust me,
it’s better,
ain’t no heart of gold
in them hills
on her sweater.

From the hungry east they came
rode their poor plow horses lame
all they wanted, all the while
was for Lady Luck to smile

But she’s mighty hard to please
they discovered, on their knees -
many said they should’ve known,
gettin’ spellbound by a stone.