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King |
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Let me tell you about a story, about a man named Joe |
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His family they was hungry, so he said I'm gonna go |
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Go up in the mountains, start looking for some gold |
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So he started out one morning, the wind was getting cold |
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The air was nearly freezing, it was ten degrees below |
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Sad eyed Joe, why did you go, |
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Your family's gonna miss you, they want you back at home |
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Think about the winter, think about the snow |
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Think about the things that you're gonna leave behind |
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When your looking for the gold dust that you're never gonna find |
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He wakes up every morning, after only five hours sleep |
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Chewing on a tasteless piece of gristly worn out meat |
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His coffee runout weeks ago he won't admit defeat |
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Panning on the water searching with his hands |
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Looking for the yellow dust but all he find is sand |
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They searched fro him every day for one whole solid week |
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They found him lying frozen at the bottom of the creek |
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A bag of yellow gold dust between his icy feet |
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His collar it was turned up frozen to his jaw |
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Sad eyed Joe looked sadder than he ever looked before |
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