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 is 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

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 falls

Servants who leave their master's 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