They all, were losers,
And none had a dime
And they all drew pictures,
Of what was stored in their minds
Questions and answers,
Filled with fables and rhymes
Headed west was a '49er,
To stake his new shrine
Some never made,
Their dreams come to life
Many men fell,
From a gun or a knife
They grew old and weary,
And ashamed,
Of the stories they told,
And the wealth that they gained
But the road, was a rough one,
Wind and hills were their foe
And no man, was a low man,
They were too young to know
Headed west was a 49er,
Get rich quick, live life finer
On and on and on, the story goes
Some never made,
Their dreams to life
Many men fell,
From a gun or a knife
They grew old and weary,
And ashamed,
Of the stories they told,
And the wealth that they gained
Now rich man, and poor,
Aren't equal to one
And they follow the stars,
Once the journey's begun
Shines the gleam, in their eye,
And the song in their heart
If the land don't shred his mind,
It'll tear his soul apart
Some never made,
Their dreams come to life
Many men fell,
From a gun or a knife
They grew old and weary,
And ashamed,
Of the stories they told,
And the wealth that they gained
Some never made,
Their dreams come to life
Many men fell,
To a gun or a knife
They grew old and weary,
And ashamed,
Of the stories that told,
And the wealth that they gained
That they gained