The Silent Comedy - '49 lyrics

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The Silent Comedy - '49 lyrics

We loaded rifles with our ragged britches on We built the wagons, we head to California I've got a lot to say, so you must sit and take it all Your father looked at me like a thing that don't belong Some sorry sailor, no fortunes for his daughter I'll take your words with me, I'll cross the Rockies in the fall To win my baby, find fortunes fit to take you home Blood washes glitter from stone Mad forces, bodies and bone Blood washes glitter from stone Four years and seven days since I left what was home Return to find you cavortin' with another He bent a knee for you, bought you a ring of solid gold That vein my fate pursued, I could have made five hundred more You're breaking my patience You're breaking my patience You're breaking my patience down Patience down Patience down Breaking down