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Stephen Simmons
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West
So I headed West And I hopped a train Traded my old dirt plow For a prospecting claim San Francisco The Golden Coast On the edge of the New World Lit with an ambitious glow
The Son of a migrant From the Old World's shores Scottish-Irish mixed with the blood of the Native born In love with a Gypsy Fleeing Revolution in a foreign land Her Father seeks the yellow color Like I seek his Daughter's hand
Working on the railroad to make my way The creeks of Brysonville now lie so far away Still she waits
Chorus: Heaven can be found Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When she lets her gold hair down On any field that she lay There's a tremble in the ground When you let that poor girl down In the California Earth is what they say
Staring into the evening Sun At the end of a long work day Alone with your thoughts Aside the hammer's heavy weight I memorized Every soft line on her face And not a million miles of railroad ties Could ever erase
The blood in my veins would surely turn to sand Should I arrive too late to be her man I prey she waits
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