Won't you run, run with me for gold
Take my home, treat it as your own.
Take my home, treat it as your own.
My mother told me don't you run away,
Cause it takes a man to keep them hungry,
But i'm so damn cold,
And if this blood don't turn to gold
I think i'm doomed.
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
The time has come my friend to run,
I bid you please to take the roses and the loaded gun i left you
Cause i'm hopin' now you find somehow
That i'm so damn cold,
And if this blood don't turn to gold,
I think i'm doomed.
Ooh, yeah, yeah.
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