The gold road's sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen
days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife

I'm no clown I won't back down
I don't need you to tell me what's going
down
 [bad word] 
I'm standing alone
I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone
You're weighing the gold
I'm watching you sinking
Fool's gold

These boots were made for walking
The marquis de Sade don't wear no boots
like these
Gold's just around the corner [bad word] up round the bend

Sometimes you have to try to get
along dear
I know the [bad word] and I know what you're
thinking

Down down down…