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
 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
 Down down down down da down down down
 Down down down down da down down down

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 down da down down down

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

Fool’s gold

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