Fever for Gold - Tangier

Way down in the valley

On a dusty road

old man with a pick and shovel

searchin for the mother lode

Seekin' fame and fortune

A little peace of mind

It’s a tale of a man’s gold fever

back in '49

Livin' out of a tin shack

Out on the trail

Nothin' more than a mule pack

And a mindless tale

Fever for gold

He’s got fever for gold

Left east on a callin'

Don’t wash again

Travelled west to a boomtown

Had to stake a claim

Never known as a big man

Had the heart of ten

left the wife and family

Together they’d be again.

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Hidin' out on the hillside

Lookin' out below

Heard the voice of old St. Peter

All this time ago

He went in town with a preacher

On the judgement day

He took a swing and it all came falling

He knew he just struck the vein

Yeah

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