Fool's Gold

Well, a truest test of a man's good name

is Acceptance of failure and losing a game,

with a smile and a handshake , quiet every building rage

 

I got knocked around in a real small town,

and they poked and and they prodded and marched me around,

for a laugh at the snow, try to tear a good man's soul

 

Chorus

For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain

too much time, space to get lost in,

its one for the road, two if you can let it go.

Blood's thick, but waters deeper,

the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper

Now turn it around, quick before your Sun goes down.

 

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.

 

But 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.

 

Chorus

For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain

too much time, space to get lost in,

its one for the road, two if you can let it go.

Blood's thick, but waters deeper,

the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper

Now turn it around, quick before your Sun goes down.

 

Chorus

For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain

too much time, space to get lost in,

its one for the road, two if you can let it go.

Blood's thick, but waters deeper,

the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper

Now turn it around, quick before the Sun goes down.

 

I said, now turn it around, quick before the Sun goes down

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