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Fools’ Gold
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-52Fools ’ Gold She glitters like fools’ gold in a poor man’s hand. Beckons like a waterhole just a day’s ride away. The promise of a rainbow, risin’ ’bove a summer storm, The whistle of a freight come and haul my days away. I never cared to be part of a crowd. I never thought I’d be chasin’ you out loud. She’s greener than Arkansas, lonely as the Trail of Tears. Wants to see the things I saw, to stand behind my eyes. She brought me an apple pie and a bottle of Arkansas wine. The tears rollin’ down her cheek will never wash away another good-bye. I’ve got the memories. I had the time. She was a melody. I supplied the rhyme. Copyright © 1977 Prophecy/Bughouse Songwriter, StevenFromholz (ASCAP) ...