The gold road's sure a long road Winds on through the hills for fifteen days The pack on my back is aching The straps seem to cut me like a knife The gold road's sure a long road Winds on through the hills for fifteen days The pack on my back is aching The straps seem to cut me like a knife
I'm no clown I won't back down I don't need you to tell me what's going down Down down down down da down down down Down down down down da down down down
I'm standing alone I'm watching you all I'm seeing you sinking I'm standing alone You're weighing the gold I'm watching you sinking Fool's gold
These boots were made for walking The Marquis de Sade don't wear no boots like these Gold's just around the corner Breakdown's coming up round the bend
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear I know the truth and I know what you're thinking
Down down down down da down down down
I'm standing alone I'm watching you all I'm seeing you sinking I'm standing alone You're weighing the gold I'm watching you sinking Fool's gold
Fool's gold
I'm standing alone I'm watching you all I'm seeing you sinking I'm standing alone You're weighing the gold I'm watching you sinking Fool's gold
