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Word spread like fire across the states
Hit New York City in 1848
There’s gold there in them hills
California or Bust

Stowed away on a boat around the tip of South America
Six months of salt and sweat to reach the San Francisco Bay.
Hitched a ride up past Sutter’s Fort
Then walked along the American
Got to Coloma on dark cloudy day

Oh the streets were bustling with bearded men
I felt the Fever rise up in me again
I would finally stake my claim

California or Bust

Storm rolled in and I spent my first night in a tent of tarp and twine
Lonely as sin and feeling my strength weaken in the downpour
I woke to a cloudless sunny sky
Took a deep breath and said Thank you God
Now go do what you came here for

I bartered for a long tom, shovel and pan
Started at the river and worked til my hands
Were blistered, shriveled and weak

California or Bust

14 months I chased that dream
A fool like the Fool’s gold I found
I came to strike it rich or die going broke
and that’s exactly what went down

I lost my will to go on
Left Coloma much the way I came
Like so many other 49er’s
Nothing to my name

California or Bust
California or Bust

© 2001 Mulcahy/Santa Rita School
Fourth grades
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