There ain't no gold in these mountains
There ain't no one here left alive
There ain't no gold in these mountains
The mountains that we climb
There's no eternal youth in the fountain
There's no escape from your life
Winter cuts the throat of the summer
And just like her we all die
There ain't no love in this wasteland
Frozen tears in these eyes
Panning the basin for dust now
It makes you sick to survive
Ah, oh, ah
Ah, oh, ah
There ain't no gold in these mountains
There ain't no gold here at all
You sailed me down the river saying I will be much richer
But instead I sold my soul
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging in the dust in this cold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
I've seen the good ones fall by the wayside
Buried deep in my heart
If I could find a way up this mountain
It would be a start
Left here panning the basin
The rotten flesh and my lungs of rust
I'm holding out for a lifeline
So you can come and drag me away from this dust
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging in the dust in this cold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging in the dust in this cold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah
Digging for the poor man's gold
Ah, oh, ah