Sweet Life

They say in the hills up yonder just past the ten mile tide
In a time of steel-eyed wanderers when legends never died
Three souls around a campfire did spit and tell the lies

Then came the fall he claimed it all in 1945
He sold his clocks to break down rocks and made he felt alive
I filed on a gold mine he whispers through the night
Old Skoggins up and left it I think we'll be all right

I'm all right, sweet life I'm sold
Riding high on a washed out road
This mine, these trees, my soul
My mind is young I'll never grow old
And I know, I've found my gold

One man they called Lawrence and one by the name of Ray
Once there was a fourth man, but he done passed away
They all looked up at Wayne and there was nothing left to say

Took to sleep in an army jeep one night out in the wood
The moon was bright it filled the night shining fiercely off the hood
Then all he saw was a moose's paw coming towards his head
He rolled aside in the reaper's eye and thanked God he wasn't dead

It’s all right, sweet life I'm sold
Riding high on a washed out road
This mine, these trees, my soul
My mind is young I'll never grow old
And I know, I've found my gold

They got themselves some motorbikes and headed for the hills
They built a small log cabin and discarded all the frills
Of gold they never gathered much the memories linger still

Working hard I played my cards living high up on the hog
I spent the night in a Lion's sight I've been lost out in the fog
Aces high the days roll by these eyes have seen the sights
All in all, I'd make the call I think I've done all right

I’m all right, sweet life I'm sold
Riding high on a washed out road
This mine, these trees, my soul
My mind is young I'll never grow old
And I know, I've found my gold

In a small town, settled down Oregrande livin'
It's Blueitz call, seen 'em all don't go quittin
If Pound's place has space then I'll go on livin', and I'm all right

Take back a short stack just about eleven
Pan the crick work quick home by seven
Don't need church cause life is heaven and I'm all right

I’m all right, sweet life I'm sold
Riding high on a washed out road
This mine, these trees, my soul
My mind is young I'll never grow old
And I know, I've found my gold