Deep In The Motherlode

Get out of the way, fat man
You got something to do
Go fill up your hands
Till they're shining up at you.

You gotta get out while
There's gold in the air
It's falling like water
Coming down from the hills.

Go West, young man
Earn a dollar a day
Just like your family said
You're rolling your days
Right on into the night
The head of the line's
Going way out of sight
Go West, young man
Like your family said.

All along the wagons
All along the dusty trail
Seventeen years
Not over a day
Like children in the wild
Your mother's milk
Still wet on your face
And no one to pray for
Your safe journey home.

Out beyond the desert
Across the mountains by the fall
Servants who leave their masters house
Are walking all the way
The golden fields that beckoned you
Are darkened by the years.

Go West, Young Man
If you knew then
What you know today
You'd be back where you started
A happier man
And leave all the glory
To those who have remained.

So Go West, Young Man
Go West, Young Man
Like your family said.