There's gold in my pockets
And I'm standing on this turnpike
with a head all full of hope
And I'm dy ing like hell to see you
And I don't care if I die,
across this great divide.
bleeds tears from my eyes,
when I wait here for a ride.
Then out in the distance,
Roll on to you, roll on to you
Roll on till we meet on the other side
Roll on to you, roll on to you
Crawl on, to ease this restless mind
Walk on, walkin' through the shadows
of the Appalachian plains
Crawlin' through the field
of the am ber waves of grain
We're gonna ride down the Rockies
Roll on to you, roll on to you, roll on
Until we meet on the other side
Roll on to you, roll on to you, roll on
To ease this restless mind
As I stand here before you
remove the thorns from my side
There's no darkness upon us,
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