Country Gold

Dust is settling on my old black boot,
Walked a thousand miles to find my root.
Where the heavy plow is tearing up the ground,
That’s the only place my peace is found.
It’s a working man's unbroken right,
Drinking from the creek and sleeping in the night.

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Don't go looking for diamonds in the dirt,
Our gold is woven in a flannel shirt.
It's the yellow grain and the sun-baked land,
And the honest sweat of a working hand.
Country gold, my brother, is what we hold,
Worth a hundred times the rich man's gold.


Black crow is calling out across the field,
To the stubborn earth and the crop we yield.
Sun is melting down the fields of wheat,
We don't need the treasures of the street.
Wind might whistle through an empty seam,
But I’m living out the richest dream.

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Don't go looking for diamonds in the dirt,
Our gold is woven in a flannel shirt.
It's the yellow grain and the sun-baked land,
And the honest sweat of a working hand.
Country gold, my brother, is what we hold,
Worth a hundred times the rich man's gold.


Hear that train a-rumbling down the track?
Holding handfuls of this dirt, I won't look back.
Let them ride away to distant shores,
I'm staying right here, I don't need no more.

Припев
Don't go looking for diamonds in the dirt,
Our gold is woven in a flannel shirt.
It's the yellow grain and the sun-baked land,
And the honest sweat of a working hand.
Country gold, my brother, is what we hold,
Worth a hundred times the rich man's gold.