The gold road's
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 road's
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
I'm no clown
I won't back down
I don't need you
to tell me what's
going 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
Foo...l's gold
These boots were
made for walking
The Marquis de Sade
don't wear no boots
like these
Gold's just around
the corner
Breakdown's coming up
round the bend
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
Foo...l's gold