The gold road's sure a long road winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is achin' 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 achin' 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 goin' down down, down, down, down, da down, down, down down, down, down, down, da 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 were 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
(how ya doin'?)
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear I know the truth and I know what you're thinking
Down, down, down, down, da 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