Before The Gold Rush

The gold rush is on
And I'm leaving you Mom
The casons are rolling along
I know that sister's
Still living in sin
When I've time I'll judge her again

I tried my best
Like you said

Good friends are wishing
Goodbyes and good lucks
While husbands and wives have a last hug
I drank till I was unable to stand
The sickle, the noose and the firebrand

Waste, I'm a waste of time

So I tried and I tried
But it all went wrong
Oh, my best

You were my trumpeter swan
All along