I'm On My Way

Pete, I'm movin'!

Where?

North!

Some Frenchie come through and told me

An old bummer hit a pocket

I ain't got nothin' out of this mountain, Pete

I gotta strike it and get home to my wife

Where north you goin'?

I don't know

I'll find out when I get there

Where'm I goin', I don't know

Where am I headin', I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

When will I be there, I don't know

When will I get there, I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

Got a dream, boy?

Got a song?

Paint your wagon

And come along

Where am I goin', I don't know

When will I be there, I ain't certain

What will I get, I ain't equipped to say

But who gives a damn?

We're on our way!

Come on, Pete!

You have to go, Jake?

You have to leave me?

I got to, Cherry

I ain't hittin' nothin' but slate rock around here

But I love you, Jake

Why is there so much money you do not have?

This time I'll make it, honey

I got a hunch my luck is gonna change

And when it does, do you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna open up

The gol darnedest music hall that California ever saw

Velvet and satin wherever you look

And some of that real Frenchy wine

Then I close up here, bring up the dancers

Oh, we make the miners very happy

Yeah, honey, that's what you do

But you don't make me wait too long

I want to be true to you

Don't worry, honey

Come on, little banjo

Lead me to the rainbow

Where'm I goin', I don't know

Where am I headin', I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

When will I be there, I don't know

When will I get there, I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

Got a dream, boy?

Got a song?

Paint your wagon

And come along

It's north I wanna go, Doctor

North, beyond that redwood county

Look, I met an old man in Sacramento

Who swears by the saints that there's a lake of gold up there

You hear me, Doc?

A lake with a bottom of solid gold

I'm going where the gold is in the ground

Here, look at this map

It'll show you exactly how to get there

I'm going to Rumson Creek

So long

Wait a minute, I'm comin'

Where am I goin', I don't know

Where am I headin', I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

When will I be there, I don't know

When will I get there, I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

Got a dream, boy?

Got a song?

Paint your wagon

And come along

I say, governor, this is Sawmill Camp, ain't it?

Yeah, what's left of it

Gold all run out, partner

In a week there won't be enough dust around here

To fill a bug's nose

Now ain't that the bloomin' luck

Where are you gentlemen headed for now?

Rumson Creek

You want to come along?

Oh, I'd love to come, governor

Oh, what's your statistics, partner?

Edgar Crocker, London, England

Well, come along, Edgar Crocker, London, England

Where'm I goin', I don't know

Where am I headin', I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

When will I be there, I don't know

When will I get there, I ain't certain

All I know is I am on my way

Got a dream, boy?

Got a song?

Paint your wagon

And come along

Where am I goin', I don't know

When will I be there, I ain't certain

What will I get, I ain't equipped to say

But who gives a damn?

We're on our way!