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We seem to spend a lot of time searching for gold... one day in Nottingham, the land of Robin Hood, I stopped by an oak tree at sunset... and there it was.
Lyrics
Gold.
At the back of a bar, a man fell down,
he'd been working all his life in a mine of coal,
in the hope that he might just find himself,
a little gold.
Beside his bourbon, a photo of his ma and pa,
the woman he loved before she left town,
she always said she was going to try to find herself,
as a platinum star.
Too much bad news.
You end up so used.
You got to break away.
Gold, everybody wants some.
Gold, everybody needs some.
Gold, everybody's trying to find themselves,
a little gold.
He woke in the morning with a head of hell,
thunder and lightning on the radio,
the preacher saying happiness comes to all,
on judgment day.
He packed his bags and he left his chains,
time to go out and live again,
he drove his car out west till he found some sky,
and a little gold.
Carl Stiansen: acoustic guitar, vocals, harmonica.
Ally Lee, electric guitar, keyboards. Harry Fox, drums.
Simon Stiansen, bass. Helen Whitworth: Flute
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