Deep in the motherlode

Get out of the way fat man, you got something to do. Go fill up your hands till they're shining up at you. You gotta get out while there's gold in the air. It's falling like water, coming down from the hills

Go West Young Man. Earn a dollar a day just like your family said. You're rolling your days right on into the night. The head of the line's going way out of sight. Go West Young Man, like your family said

All along the wagons. All along the dusty trail
Seventeen years not over a day. Like children in the wild. Mother's milk still wet on your face

And no one to pray for your safe journey home
Out beyond the desert. Across the mountains by the lake. Servants who leave their master's house are walking all the way. The golden fields that beckoned you, are darkened by the years

Go West young man. If you knew then what you know today. You'd be back where you started, a happier man. And leave all the glory to those who have remained

Go West young man. Go West young man, like your family said