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Word came from up the road
Polk county is full of gold
The air is sweet the rivers low
They say the living's fine
There a man can wave his hand
An ounce of gold in the pan
Pack the wagon in the bride
Start a better life
Look down the river
The water swirling
Ain't that a lonesome sight?
Look at the train tracks
No freight is coming
You know you'll wait your whole life
Tied to a ball and chain
A golden lock, a golden chain
The fever hits you all the time
Rusts you like moonshine
Green River took many lives
Not the ones just drowned and died
The families it starved thin
The ones it drove to sin
Look down the river
The water swirling
Ain't that a lonesome sight?
Look at the train tracks
No freight is coming
You know you'll wait your whole life
Word came from up the road
Polk county is full of gold
The air is sweet the rivers low
They say the living's fine
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