Lyrics:

Show care for the lonesome Western schoolboy.
Notice how his brow is cruel and true.
He's not going back to California.
The gold is in the ground but he's not digging.
The outlaws of our time are not like Jesse.
Romance dies by sulfur lights, just ask Lefty.
This is not at all a wake-up call.
The gold is in the ground but we're not digging