Deep In The Motherlode - Genesis

Get out of the way fat man.

You got something to do Go fill up your hands till they’re shining up at you.

You gotta get out while there’s gold in the air

It’s falling like water, coming down from the hills.

Go West young man

Earn a dollar a day just like your family said.

You’re rolling your days right on into the night

The head of the line’s going way out of sight.

Go West young man like your family said

All along the wagons

All along the dusty trail.

Seventeen years not over a day

Like children in the wild.

Your mother’s milk still wet on your face

And no one to pray for your safe journey home.

Out beyond the desert

To cross the mountains by the lake.

Servants who leave their masters house

Are walking all the way.

The golden fields that beckoned you

Are darkened by the years.