Fools Gold

The gold roads 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 roads 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

Im no clown i wont back down
I dont need you to tell me whats going down
Down down down down da down down down
Down down down down da down down down



Im standing alone
Im watching you all
Im seeing you sinking
Im standing alone
Youre weighing the gold
Im watching you sinking
Fools gold


These boots were made for walking
The marquis de sade dont wear no boots like these
Golds just around the corner
Breakdowns coming up round the bend


Sometimes you have to try to get along dear
I know the truth and i know what youre thinking


Down down down down da down down down


Im standing alone
Im watching you all
Im seeing you sinking
Im standing alone
Youre weighing the gold
Im watching you sinking
Fools gold

Fools gold


Im standing alone
Im watching you all
Im seeing you sinking
Im standing alone
Youre weighing the gold
Im watching you sinking
Fools gold

Fools gold