The gold road’s sure a long road. Winds on through the hills for fifteen days. The pack on my back is aching. The straps seem to cut me like a knife. The gold road’s sure a long road. Winds on through the hills for fifteen days. The pack on my back is aching. The straps seem to cut me like a knife. I’m no clown I won’t back down. I don’t need you to tell me what’s going down. Down down down down da down down down. Down down down down da down down down. I’m standing alone. I’m watching you all. I’m seeing you sinking. I’m standing alone. You’re weighing the gold. I’m watching you sinking. Fool’s gold. These boots were made for walking. The marquis de sade don’t wear no boots like these. Gold’s just around the corner. Breakdown’s coming up round the bend. Sometimes you have to try to get along dear. I know the truth and I know what you’re thinking. Down down down down da down down down. I’m standing alone. I’m watching you all. I’m seeing you sinking. I’m standing alone. You’re weighing the gold. I’m watching you sinking. Fool’s gold. Fool’s gold. I’m standing alone. I’m watching you all. I’m seeing you sinking. I’m standing alone. You’re weighing the gold. I’m watching you sinking. Fool’s gold