Fools Gold

It's 5am

Coffee in the pot

Guitars in our hands

And the licks are so hot

Hot like the sun, hot like the heat

Hot like my honey when I put it in my tea

Hot like a fire

We're choppin up wood

Now we're really cookin baby

Something smells good

We need to wrap it up

We gotta wrap it up

Need our hands in the dirt

Before the sun comes up

Then we'll pick it up

Once it's not so cold

Cuz if we keep on picking

I think we'll surely strike gold

(Lookin for fools gold)

Its a brand new day

And i'm so sore

I've gotta do it again

I've gotta do it some more

We gotta keep on doing it every damn day

For the people we love

And the bills we gotta pay

It's an endless nightmare

A death machine

A perfect expression of the american dream

We gotta wake em up

We gotta shake em down

Gotta find that money and spread it all around

Then we get to the city

To get to the gig

Cuz if we keep on giggin i think we'll finally make it big

And strike gold

(Lookin for fools gold)

Sometimes i think he plays a touch too much

I'm worried you got the midas touch

Every single lick turnin straight to gold

Strap the guitars on and let the speakers blow

Easy partner theres no doubt you can play

Keep chasing your tail til your beard grows gray

Well alright then, thats just what i'll do

But one of these days i'm coming for you

We gotta pick up the Paul

Cuz its the tool of the trade

If we keep on pickin

I know we'll finally have it made

And strike gold

(Lookin for fools gold)