{verse 1}
Well i left
I left
To go the west
The west to find a place to call my home
These men
These men
Tell their stories
Their stories of the california gold
{chorus}
Well i don’t care much for fables anymore
No i don’t care much for fables anymore
Oh but the gold rush is coming so i guess i should climb on board
{verse 2}
These boots
These boots
They’re all worn-in
They’re drenched in blood from the ripping of my skin
And this horse
My horse
She’s my best friend, yes she is
She speaks to me with words i cannot say
{chorus}
Well i don’t care much for fables anymore
No i don’t care much for fables anymore
Oh but the gold rush is coming so i guess i should climb on board
{instrumental break}
{chorus}
Oh no i don’t care much for fables anymore
No i don’t care much for fables anymore
No i don’t care much for fables anymore
No i don’t care much for fables anymore
But the gold rush is coming so i guess i should climb on board
Oh yes the gold rush is coming so i guess i should climb on board
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