Who to condemn when we've built a fire under them? 
Generations will remember us as brave, just men 
Gold in the hills, keep our pockets filled 
Why are they all breathing still? There's gold in the hills 

Stuck beside the river's edge 
None of us will get revenge 
And none of us know where to go 
So we're following the blood in the snow 

My brother, they must know 

Medicine man, let me go 
Follow your signals of smoke 
Blankets thin and full of holes 
No shelter from the cold 

The frosty road numbed my toes 
The blackness crawled up to my throat 
Just leave my body in the snow 
Let my spirit fly on home