If I were a '49er, I'd work my hands to the bone.
Why? So I could get back home!
... don't like working, working the river alone.
If I were a '49er, my fingers bled red
I'd dream of wife and bed
And children at my knee,
Waiting for California stories and California gold to see.
Written for THE GOLD ANGLE by
Linda Newton-Perry
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