Lyrics:

Way down in the valley
On a dusty road
old man with a pick and shovel
searchin for the mother lode

Seekin' fame and fortune
A little peace of mind
It's a tale of a man's gold fever
back in '49

Livin' out of a tin shack
Out on the trail
Nothin' more than a mule pack
And a miners tale

Fever for gold
He's got fever for gold

Left east on a callin'
Don't wash again
Travelled west to a boomtown
Had to stake a claim

Never known as a big man
Had the heart of ten
left the wife and family
Together they'd be again.

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Hidin' out on the hillside
Lookin' out below
Heard the voice of old St. Peter
All this time ago
He went in town with a preacher
On the judgement day
He took a swing and it all came falling
He knew he just rocked the vein
Yeah

Chorus