Hank Williams Jr. – Gibbonsville Gold (Guitar)

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My name is Bill Harlan. I'm a God fearin' man

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From the lost rebel army, a Tennessee Calvary man

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From Shilo to Nashville we made our last stand

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When the battles were over, everythin' we had was gone with the wind

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But I still had my family and a hope and a dream

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And I heard of gold fever and the Rocky Mountain streams

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So we took what we had and some gold diggin' gear

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And we headed for a new life on the Northwest fron- tier

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Montana Terri- tory where the winters are cold

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The lands full of game and the creeks are full of gold

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Just west of the mountains is a town they call Gibbons- ville

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You can sure get gold fever, you can damn sure get killed

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But I staked my claims, I was rarin' to go

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I've made up my mind and I set out to find the Gibbonsville gold

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Oh, you find just a little, just enough to get by

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Aww, you dig and you dig, and you start wonderin' why

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There's a whole lot more down there, I don't have to be told

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I've made up my mind and I'm gonna find that Gibbonsville gold

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Every morning at daylight with a pick and a pan

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Keep an eye out for the blackfeet. Keep a rifle near hand

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Back shooters and grizzlies, better stay alert all the time

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'Cause the only law here in this wild country is the gun and the knife

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In the year of our Lord, eighteen sixty- nine

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I lost my dear son to a cave-in at the mine

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Yes I know he's gone please God rest his soul

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So many have died trying to find this damned Gibbonsville gold

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Yeah, you find just a little, just enough to get by

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Aww, you dig and you dig, and you start wonderin' why

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Then someone finds a nugget, just as big as your thumb

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And we all go hard at it from sun until sun

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Yeah I got to find it, that main mother load

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I've made up my mind and I swear to find that Gibbonsville gold

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There's a whole lot more down there, my share of that main mother load

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I've made up my mind and I swear to find the Gibbonsville gold --- fade