, Finale Lyrics from "Paint Your Wagon"
, Finale Lyrics from "Paint Your Wagon" |
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Finale Lyricsby . From Paint Your Wagon Finale by Where'm I going I don't know where am I heading I ain't certain all I know is I am on my way (Gold fever Gold fever) when will I be there I don't know when will I get there I ain't certain all I know is I am on my way (Gold fever Gold fever) Got a dream boy got a song paint your wagon and come along and get gold fever no rockin' rollin' girl and fella stuff can cure the gold fever nothin can help you but the yellow stuff what can stop that itchin ain't around the kitchen gold gold gold gold goooooold they call the wind Mariah away out here they got a name for rain and wind and fire the rain is Tess the fire's Jo and they call the wind Mariah I was born under a wandrin star I was born under a wandrin star wheels are made for rollin mules are made to pack I never seen a sight that didn't look better lookin back I was born, I was born... a million miles away Send back the world There's too much night for me The sky is much too high To shelter me when darkness falls Four cabin walls Would be just right for me A million miles away behind the door Where am I goin I don't know where am I headin I ain't certain (Gold fever) (Gold fever) All that I know is I am on my way You wanna see sin of the wickedest kind? Here it is! You wanna see virtue left behind? Here it is! Sodom was vice And visa-versa You wanna say where the vice is worser? Here it is! I mean, here it is! You wanna live life in the rottenest city? Here it is! Women and whiskey, night and day? Here it is! You wanna embrace the golden calf? Ankle, and thigh, and upper half? Here it is! I mean, here it is! where am I going I do't know Where'm I heading I ain't certain all that I know is I am on my way (gold fever) nothing can help you but the yellow stuff what can stop that itchin ain't around the the kitchen gold, gold hooked am I Susanna go ahead and cry a million miles away behind the door [Thanks to Bex for lyrics]
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