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We loaded rifles with our ragged britches on

We built the wagons, we head to California

I've got a lot to say, so you must sit and take it all

Your father looked at me like a thing that don't belong

Some sorry sailor, no fortunes for his daughter

I'll take your words with me

I'll cross the Rockies in the fall

To win my baby, find fortunes fit to take you home

Blood washes glitter from stone

Mad forces, bodies and bones

Blood washes glitter from stone

Four years and seven days since I left what was my home

Returned to find you, cavortin' with another

He bent a knee for you

Bought you a ring of solid gold

That vein my fate pursued, I could have made five hundred more

You're breaking my patience

You're breaking my patience

You're breaking my patience down

Patience down

Patience down

Breaking down