We loaded rifles with our ragged [bad word] on
We built the wagons, and we head to Califoria
I've got a lot to say, so you must seat and take it all

Youre father looked at me like a thing that don't belong
Som sorry sailor with no fortune for his daughter
I'll take your words with me - I'll cross the Rockies in the fall

To win my baby - I'll find fortunes fit to take you home

Blood washes glitter from stone
Mad forces, bodies and bones
Blood washes glitter from stone

Four years and seven days since I left what was my home
Return to find you cavortin' with another
He bent a knee for you - bought ring for you of solid gold
With that vein my fate pusued, I could have made five hundred more

You're breaking my patience
You're breaking my patience
You're breaking my patience down