El Dorado - Molly Tuttle/Golden Highway

Lyrics by：Molly Tuttle/Ketch Secor

Produced by：Jerry Douglas/Molly Tuttle

I'm Gold Rush Kate from the Golden State

With a nugget around my neck

I keep the red lights burning

Bright from here to hell and back

I've dug for silver and for

Gold from Boulder up to Haines

When I hit Coloma boys

I made my final claim

Crossed the high sierras in the spring of 48

And every man with a shovel and pan

Has stumbled through my gates

Behind these doors whiskey

Pours and lovin' flows like wine

Miners boast of mother lodes

They'll dig or else die trying

El Dorado woo-hoo-hoo

They come from far and wide

To quell the fever in their souls

It haunts their brain

They've gone insane

For the glimmer of the gold

The devil must have **

'Em here down a one-way path

'Cause when you hit Coloma

Boys you never make it back

There's Redwood Bill

He can drink his fill

And so can John the Rover

Bad Luck Dave is in his grave

His gold dust days are over

They fill their pans with blood

And sand and call to God upstairs

But in the golden country boys

The Lord don't hear your prayers

El Dorado woo-hoo-hoo

'Cross yourself on Hangman's

Hill if you run into Reno Maria

When the sky is dark she can read the stars

From Mars to Cassiopeia

She comes around when the sun

Comes down with fortunes to be told

For a copper penny she'll tell you plenty

'Cept where to find the gold

Stay away from Snake Oil Jake

He'll fool you with a fountain pen

One look in his eyes you'll be hypnotized

He's got that slight of hand

He's sleek and fat like an old tom cat

They say he has nine lives

Snake Oil Jake sure met his fate when

They shot him down ten times

Don't stake your claim with the

Dogtown Gang

Or the boys from Rough and Ready

Don't thumb your nose at the Sydney Cove

'Cause the hammer comes down heavy

On every jack who tries to

Hack his way to fortune fair

And comes to find he's last

In line to be a millionaire

El Dorado woo-hoo-hoo

El Dorado city of gold city of fools

Heard the news from Siskiyou

The rush is moving on

Leaving old Coloma boys

And bound for Oregon

Here in town the tailing

Piles have all gone to rust

One day you boom but pretty soon

Your booming days are bust

So now I sweep the empty

Streets and boarded up saloon

Seen 'em fade from golden

Days to ghost towns left to ruin

Was it worth the blood and

Dirt to dig our lives away

But life goes quick so come

Get rich in Californ-I-A

El Dorado woo-hoo-hoo

El Dorado city of gold city of fools

Has the fever got a hold on you

I've seen it all the rise and

Fall and now I take my rest

I'm Gold Rush Kate from the Golden State

And I'm the last one left