Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

Deadwood Gold

Deadwood, 1874, there’s a gold rush underway
We’re all gonna be rich as thieves if you’ll just follow me
Hill City and Pactola, we are leaving them behind
That was just some child’s play before the coming tide

This land may not be ours, boys, but it might as well be
It wasn’t us who spoke the words down in Laramie
So, saddle up the horses, and the tradesmen and miners, too
Let the gold come flowing down the riverbeds and wash away the truth

Don’t worry about the means, boys, the future, or your souls
You can buy yourself whatever you need with some of that Deadwood gold

General Terry’s sent our orders out, we’re gonna’ travel in a little style
And chase the Sioux out of these hills, play a little exile
Add some presidential blood to this winding caravan
We’ll own this place by the end of the year –that’ll be the gameplan

Up at French Creek, we found our prize, got what we came for
And if anyone wants to say it isn’t ours, come, try, start a war
Send the word back to the coast that the gold is flowing free
And I’m betting that these savage tribes aren’t ever gonna stop me