Goldtown (feat. Andrew R Morris) [Radio Hour Version]

Nobody told me I could go this far

Sleeping in the dust, waking up in my car

Always heading west across the lonely state

Always heading west, got no more faith

Everybody told me, boy, you shouldn't go

You gonna find your sweet grave that's for sure

Goldtown, Goldtown

Here I come you better get your gold on the ground

Yeah, I'm gonna meet my pretty mademoiselle

Got a pack o' roses and the lies that I'll tell

I'll tell her everything that she likes to hear

But please b-b-baby let's get outta here

Baby asked me where the hell I'm going to

Said I gotta stay away a night or two

Gonna fulfill every god damned cliché

Got my spade and my '62 Chevrolet

I'm gettin' old, I'm freezing cold

I hear the lies that I already told

Goldtown, Goldtown

Hands in the air n' put your gold on the ground

I wanna meet my pretty mademoiselle

Got a few roses and the lies to tell

Tell her every sweet thing she likes to hear

Gonna kiss her hand and call her 'Dear'

Well, ah, hey baby. Yeah... I'm sorry. No, I didn't mean it like that! Look, I got into some trouble and I need you to pay my bail. Ah, they caught me stealing, and dirty dealin'. Ohh c'mon of course I still have that true love feeling!

Well, you got to please believe my true love feeling!

Goldtown, Goldtown

Hand in the air, get your gold on the ground

Oh I'm gonna see my pretty mademoiselle

Well, I left home and went straight through Hell

Goldtown, Goldtown

Here I come you better put your gold on the ground

I'm gonna meet my pretty mademoiselle

Got a pack o' roses and the lies I would tell

I tell her everything that she likes to hear

Kiss her sweetly and call her 'Dear'

Goldtown, Gold town

Hands in the air put your gold on the ground

I'm gonna see my pretty mademoiselle

Got a few roses and the lies to tell

I'll tell her everything she wants to hear

But please b-b-baby get me outta here!