The story of a young man's wanderings from a time long past
Walt Cronin
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He was taken by surprise, what’s the reason why?
Didn’t know that he’d done wrong
So he left his hearth and home
Made his momma cry
Takin off for points unknown
He was barely seventeen
Trying to find out if his dream
Take him places he never seen
Sometimes hungry, sometimes sad
He just knew that he had
A dream unfulfilled and calling
What did he see? Where did he go?
No one seems to know
Thought it was Colorado
Worked as a miner underground
For the silver ore he found
Makin wages for the day
Drillin holes in solid rock
Fear of fires and of shock
Laid their lives out on the line
Fear of mines filled with gas
Each day might be their last
They’d be breathin dust and say:
“We are miners in the ground”
“Up above you won’t hear a sound”
“Till the walls come crashin down”
“We are miners in the ground”
“Up above you won’t hear a sound”
“Till the walls come crashin down”
Instrumental Break
Years later it was said
In a cave-in he was dead
Tryin to strike that silver ore
Years later it was said
In a cave-in he was dead
Tryin to strike that silver ore
He’d been barely seventeen
When he’d set out to find a dream
Been a boy of purest wonder
What did he see? Where did he go?
No one here seems to know
Might have been Colorado
He’d been barely seventeen
When he’d set out to find a dream
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