Gold Rush
By Dave Sherman
Drop D – Capo 2
My name is Patrick Harrison
I work these West Virginia coal mines
Marge and I try to get ahead
We only fall farther behind
I’ve worked these mines for twenty years
(I) probably have twenty more to go
But the word is out Alaska’s streams and rivers
Are lined with solid gold
Chorus
Gold rush, rush, rush
Push, push, push, push
Get a bite to eat, a few minutes sleep
I might have time to dry out my feet
Gold rush
I’m thankful for the warm coat and hat that Marjorie bought
Alaska’s more brutal than any of us prospectors thought
I’m thankful for the coal mines
They got my old body in shape
These cold Alaska mountains make more men surrender every day
Chorus
Gold rush, rush, rush
Push, push, push, push
Get a bite to eat, a few minutes sleep
I might have time to dry out my feet
Gold rush
The Skagway Trail claimed many that traveled its way
And the Chilkoot Trail led men and their mules to their grave
Justice was swift for the few that chose to disobey
The laws of this land by the men that they chose to betray
Chorus
Gold rush, rush, rush
Push, push, push, push
Get a bite to eat, a few minutes sleep
I might have time to dry out my feet
Gold rush
Some men returned home before they could stake their claim
Some men came unprepared and never saw their homeland again
But I’m heading home to Marjorie with a handsome sack of Klondike gold
Worth more than I’d make in twenty years in that West Virginia coal
Chorus
Gold rush, rush, rush
Push, push, push, push
Well I’m coming on home like a millionaire
With a few more wrinkles and a little gray hair
I hope that I find my “Golden Girl” there
‘Cause that’s the real Gold Rush