Letra de '49er' de Riot Act

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