Her first green was gold,
South Fork River sold.
Cresting the Siskiyou,
Destiny's pass through.
The 'Niners built towers,
Vanished with the hours.
South Fork River sold.
Cresting the Siskiyou,
Destiny's pass through.
The 'Niners built towers,
Vanished with the hours.
He writes a letter home,
He found an open road.
In Rail Road, a flower,
Only for the hour
Then dawn ran into day,
Nothing gold would stay.
He writes a letter home,
He found an open road.
She's speaking through the radio.
He writes a letter home,
He found an open road.
She's speaking through the radio.
It's time to go for broke.
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