Gold - Steve Moakler

You don’t gotta go to the end of the rainbow to find it

You don’t gotta rush out to California to mine it

And you don’t gotta rob Fort Knox

Or sell what you got just to get a few blocks

No, it’s easier than that

Don’t believe the facts

Gold

It’s the feeling of a hand you hold

The color of the beer, ice cold

Comin' out the sun, shinin' on us

And the next thing you know

Her arms are wrapped around you

Yeah, another good time found

It’s the kinda thing you don’t let go

Gold

You don’t have to run a race to win it

But you’ll know it in the moment when you’re in it

'Cause it goes down smooth like honey

And a nice tall glass of warm and sunny

Down a free and easy road

Yeah, that’s what I call

Gold

It’s the feeling of a hand you hold

The color of the beer, ice cold

Comin' out the sun, shinin' on us

And the next thing you know

Her arms are wrapped around you

Yeah, another good time found

It’s the kinda thing you don’t let go

Gold

Gold

Lookin' in your eyes, takin' it slow

Yeah

Gold

It’s the feeling of a hand you hold

The color of the beer, ice cold

Comin' out the sun, shinin' on us

And the next thing you know

Her arms are wrapped around you

Yeah, another good time found

It’s the kinda thing you don’t let go

Gold

Yeah, that’s what I call gold