John Rocco Battista - Fools Gold lyrics

Fools Gold The old man on the porch swing smiling from ear to ear Fools Gold in his pocket nobody dares come near Cuz' He acts a little funny and he talks all the while Just sitting on that porch swing wearing a crooked smile The old man on the porch swing Everyone steers clear Fools Gold in his pocket Nobody seems to hear Cuz' He acts a little funny and he talks all the while Just sitting on that porch swing wearing a crooked smile ------------lead-------------- An old man on the porch swing I... just sit and smile At memories and stories... Pulled from my Fools Gold pile. At rag top cars and nights in bars and all the girls that made me smile! -------lead and outro-------