Black Hills Gold

Black Hills Gold (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6532)Listen pals and you’ll pity my sad taleI’m sickly and I’m lookin’ mighty paleI gave up my job with its fancy frillsTo hunt gold in South Dakota’s Black HillsListen pals, don’t go, stay a common manAnd stay away from that old town CheyenneCause there’s Outlaw Will and Comanche BillWho’ll take more than your gold in the Black HillsThe round-house at Cheyenne is full at nightFull of drifters in search of men in plightTheir clothes are ragged with pockets to fillWith the gold you carry from the Black Hills(instrumental)Listen pals, I went to Cheyenne for gold to findAll I found were mem’ries I left behindThrough hail and snow and rain up to the gillsI became an orphan in the Black HillsSo pals, listen to advice I’ll unfoldDon’t go to Cheyenne a-huntin’ for goldCause only the railroad’s pockets you’ll fillHunting gold in South Dakota’s Black Hills Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.