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Story behind the song
From a trip to gold country
Lyrics
[F] The mountain gold burns the oaks in the foothills when its [C] dry
A miner scrapes the stream bed his whole [C7] life just to lay down and [F] die
And the bones of that miner are lost forever to the endless flood of [C] time
he will never be remembered only [C7] washed out into the salty [F] brine
You can [Bb] see the old tools of his [F] labor
behind the [A] glass next to Ames [Bb] saber
He is [F] gone, gone for[C]ever
His [Bb] name was not [C] remembered
Oh [Bb] will, will I [F] be
Oh [A] will, will I [Bb] be
For[F]gotten when the [C] end comes for [F] me
chorus break
[F] They were told to keep their wagon wheels on the Old Spanish [C] Road
Kith and kin left their chattel far be[C7]hind in hopes to strike the whole mother [F] load
But most of these miners disappeared into the quiet of the [C] past
But some like Sutter live [C7] on some stitched their name in your [F] pants
You can [Bb] walk on the dust of their [F] old claims
Because they [A] carved on the Earth their [Bb] own names
They are [F] gone, gone for[C]ever
But [Bb] there names are still [C] remembered
Oh [Bb] will, will I [F] be
Oh [A] will, will I [Bb] be
For[F]gotten when the [C] end comes for [F] me
Oh [Bb] will, will I [F] be
Oh [A] will, will I [Bb] be
For[F]gotten when the [C] end comes for [F] me
CAPO 5 [C] [G] [G7] [E] [F]
© 2011 by John F. Zawacki
