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Word came from up the road
Polk County is full of gold
The air's sweet the river's low
They say the livin 's fine
There a man can wave his hand
An ounce of gold in the pan
Pack the wagon and the bride
Start a better life
Look down the river
The water swirlin'
Ain't that a lonesome sight
Look up the train tracks
No freight a-comin'
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 who just drowned and died
The families it starved thin
The ones it drove to sin
Look down the river
The water swirlin'
Ain't that a lonesome sight
Look up the train tracks
No freight a-comin'
You know you'll wait your whole life
Look down the river
The water swirlin'
Ain't that a lonesome sight
Look up the train tracks
No freight a-comin
You know you'll wait your whole life
Word came from up the road
Polk County is full of gold
The air's sweet the river's low
They say the livin's fine
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