The gold rush is onnAnd I'm leaving you MomnThe casons are rolling alongnI know that sister'snStill living in sinnWhen I've time I'll judge her againnnI tried my bestnLike you saidnnGood friends are wishingnGoodbyes and good lucksnWhile husbands and wives have a last hugnI drank till I was unable to standnThe sickle, the noose and the firebrandnnWaste, I'm a waste of timennSo I tried and I triednBut it all went wrongnOh, my bestnnYou were my trumpeter swannAll along