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Bob Spring - Gold lyrics

Artist: Bob Spring

album: American Dream


GOLD
I hear you from far and I'm resting my shoes
I'm calling for the God that won't answer for good
Mother says no and they're all coming back
When this life turnes out to be a mine full of gold
I may not forgive and I may not rest my soul
I go burning through the yards
Calling for help ol' Mother ol' Child
Slow down your fade, slow down your pride
Won't you just leave us and burn me my sould
May we forget, may we just see it ain't nothing...
Don't you cry when I'm gone
It ain't nothing, nothing at all
Wise men get older and good men die young
Never let anything break up your song
I won't leave, I won't take down your wall
I won't roll a fireball, I won't sing no crooked song
It ain't nothing... No it ain't nothing at all
But this life... It ain't nothing, nothing but gold
So it goes... So it goes
I looked in the eyes of this devil and once
They turned out my lights and called all the Ghosts
Now I am here stuck on land that is cold
Stuck on the Earth that is drenght with their blood
It ain't nothing... No it ain't nothing at all
But this life... It ain't nothing, nothing but gold

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