Lyric Fools Gold

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
Fool 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
Fool s gold

Fool s gold

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