Jason Erie

Gold Rush


Verse 1:

Oh your moth is like a bear trap baby

And those wild words they were born to run

Oooh you skin just the right sentences

To put together your taxidermy verse

 

Chorus:

And Oklahoma didn’t yield the gold you thought that I would

When you’re panning for hope, but the years roll by faster than they should

 

Verse 2:

You say home is now just a memory

A dusty bowl filled with drunks and butts of cigarettes

A wasteland fueled by whiskey full of angry folk

Who love to talk politics

 

Chorus 2:

The neon lights turn that one square mile town on fire

And the bar flies soar into the light at least they’ll die for their desires

And how can you go back without gold in your hands

They’ll all call you a liar

 

Verse 3:

Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby

And those wild words they were born to run

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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