Who to condemn when we've built a fire under them? Generations will remember us as brave, just men Gold in the hills, keep our pockets filled Why are they all breathing still? There's gold in the hills
Stuck beside the river's edge None of us will get revenge And none of us know where to go So we're following the blood in the snow
My brother, they must know
Medicine man, let me go Follow your signals of smoke Blankets thin and full of holes No shelter from the cold
The frosty road numbed my toes The blackness crawled up to my throat Just leave my body in the snow Let my spirit fly on home