On the first day of winternI was set to leavenWith the lost awe of true love in my eyenThe wild frontier outlaws and thievesnTo find me a mountain in the skynnThere's gold in them hillsnI heard the man crynThere's gold in them hillsnFor the takingnIt's a one-way ticket down a river of liesnThere's gold in them hillsnIf you make itnnOn the last day of springnI first saw the seanA poor boy with good luck on my sidenReady for richesnI rolled up my sleevenAnd took my first step down my lifennHad my wallet same old pocketnSixteen dollars brand new shoesnnEmpty bottles sad turned daughtersnWhat's a country boy to donnTell dear mother that I miss hernBut things are different nownThere's nothing I can donYour dark haired son is now long gonenRemember menWhen you stare at the moonnnI've broken my heartnDiamonds and goldnThrough scandal through madness through coldnAll I have left is this Grey in my beardnThis mountain and the stories that I've toldnnThere's gold in them hillsnI heard the man crynThere's gold in them hillsnFor the takingnIt's a one-way ticket down a river of liesnThere's gold in them hillsnIf you make it nnThere's gold in them hills [x3]nIf you make it