Fools and Gold Lyrics

It was a new morning

On a new day

I knew that I was wrong

I knew that I would pay

For I had sold my soul

He had horns upon his head

He promised me my love

Back from the dead

I knew right then

I must hit the dusty trail

To find my lost love

And where she has gone to dwell

Her grave had been robbed

The devil tricked me I could tell

Time to hunt this demon down

And send him back to hell

I pulled into town

Tied my pony to the hitch

Stepped past the whores

Past the beggars in the ditch

The barkeep and the ratskeller

Were one and the same

He knew where to find

My underworld prey

He told me that the cost

Was timeless and old

Since the dawn of kings

Something precious I'm told

So I reached into my mouth

Pulled out a piece of gold

Tell me where to find this demon

My soul's been sold

I've got a dusty hand

I've got a dusty heart

I'm headed out west

To heal a broken heart

I'll bring my silver gun

I'll bring my silver trigger

But the devil's got my bounty

And it's getting bigger and bigger

I hit the dusty trail

The wind blowing at my back

And that's when I saw

Those cloven-hoofed tracks

I've watched the devil wage

War upon my home

Placing false prophets

High upon a throne

I've watched the fires rise

I've seen the sun explode

I've seen the devil work

The people to the bone

The devil has no family

The devil has no friends

But the devil has my soul

Until the end

I've got a quick hand

I've got a quick heart

I'm headed out west

To get a new start

I'll bring my silver gun

I'll bring my silver trigger

But I've got the devil's bounty

And it's getting bigger and bigger

I digress from the tale

I digress you see

For if you haven't learned by now

The devil is me

For I'm the one who killed my wife

And robbed her of her soul

And my army grows in power

Bitter and cold

I have felt your empathy

I have felt your tears

And now your soul belongs to me

For all your lasting years

Ride with me pestilence

Ride with me war

Ride with me death and famine

We'll soon be at your door

I've got a bloody hand

And a bloody heart

I'm headed out west

To play my evil part

I'll bring my silver tongue

A million souls in my pocket

My army's getting bigger

And soon I'll be your prophet

Oh ye of little faith

Put your faith in me

Come and be my puppet

To me bend your knee

Across this land we will sow

Hatred and pain

For if there is no profit

What else is there to gain