Gold Digger


The gold digging son of a priest

Out in the desert with the sun at his feet

He wanders on aimlessly looking for sand

Yet he walks on water without any hand


The gold digging son of a priest

Who's life was lost at the top of a peak

In the driest land on earth

He swore and he swore an oath


The gold digging son of a fool

Who ventured forth without a single tool

He walked the plains and the desert sea

And found himself lost in a dream


The gold digging father of a pastor

Who made his life full of banter

Never came home to see his wife

For the deserts black gold stole his life...

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