Sutter's Mill (Dan Fogelberg) In the spring of forty-seven So the story it is told Old John Sutter went to the Mill site Found a piece of shinin' gold. Well, he took it to the city Where the word like wildfire spread Old John Sutter soon came to wishin' He'd left that stone in the river bed. Oh, they came like herds of locusts Every woman, child and man In their lumberin' connestogas They left their track upon the land. cho: Some would fail and some would prosper Some would die and some would kill Some would beg the Lord for their deliverance Some would curse John Sutter's Mill. Well, they came from New York City And they came from Alabam' With their dream of findin' fortune In this wild unsettled land. Well, some fell prey to hostile arrows As they tried to cross the plains And some were lost in the Rocky Mountains With their hands froze to the reins. cho: Some pushed on to California Others stopped to take their rest And by the spring of eighteen-sixty They had opened up the west. And then the railroad came behind them And the land was plowed and tame When old John Sutter went to meet his Maker With not one penny to his name. cho: TAG: Some would curse John Sutter's Mill Some men's thirsts are never filled. GG APR99
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