Jon Sergott - Gold

Our hands are sore and bleeding
Our toiling backs are broke
Generations of hands upon the plow
But one night near the harvest moon
I swear the river spoke
Saying, "California, gotta make it there somehow"

Gold, gold, gold
In far-off streams of old
Shiny things and riches to adorn ya
Gold, gold, gold
That's what I've been told
Shining in them hills in California
Shining in them hills in California

Our fortunes are awaiting us
They're coming right out of the ground
Just reach down to pick up our liberty
Our burdens have been lifted
We sing a brand new song
"Hallelujah! Can all this gold be free?"

Gold, gold, gold
In far-off streams of old
Shiny things and riches to adorn ya
Gold, gold, gold
That's what I've been told
Shining in them hills in California
Shining in them hills in California

Ooh - your man is gonna finally be someone
Ooh - girl, our ship has finally come
Ooh - you're gonna rest your head on a pillow made of gold
Gold, gold, gold

Gold, gold, gold
In far-off streams of old
Shiny things and riches to adorn ya
Gold, gold, gold
That's what I've been told
Shining in them hills in California
We'll be shining in them hills in California
Shining in them hills in California

Written by:
Jon Sergott

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