Fool's Gold
Winds on through the hills for 15 days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
Repeat
I'm no clown I won't back down
I don't need you to tell me what's going down
Down down down
I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone, you're weighing the gold
I'm watching you sinking
Fool's gold
These boots weren't made for walking
The marquis de sade never made no boots like these
Gold's just around the corner
Breakdown's coming up round the bend
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear
I know the truth and I know what you're thinking
Down down down
I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone, you're weighing the gold
I'm watching you sinking
Fool's gold
Autor(es): Graham Parker / Ian Brown / John Squire