- Fool's Gold

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Well the truest test of a mans good name is acceptance of failure at losing a game.
With a smile and a handshake, quiet ever building rage.
I got knocked around in a real small town, and they poked and they prodded, and the marched me around.
For a laugh in the snow, trying to tear a good mans soul.
For a fools gold, a beggars bargain, it too much time, space to get lost in, its one for the road two if you can let it go.
Bloods thick, but waters deeper.
The wine works fine but the whiskey's cheaper.
Now turn it around, quick before your sun goes down.

(Instermental)

Well, I see you found yourself a damn fine game,
you can lines on your mind and ounces to say,
but it's okay, we've both seen our darker days.
It's like you've never saw a sucker before,
been alive on the side of you bed room door,
with an ear on the phone, beggin just to let it go.
For a fools gold, a beggars bargain, it too much time, space to get lost in, its one for the road two if you can let it go.
Bloods thick, but waters deeper.
The wine works fine but the whiskey's cheaper.
Now turn it around, quick before your sun goes down.
I said, now turn it around, quick before the Sun goes down.

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