Inthe spring of 47
Sothe story it is told
Oldjohn sutter went to the mill site
Founda piece of shining gold
Wellhe took it to the city
Wherethe word like wildfire spread
Andold john sutter soon
cameto wish he'd
Leftthat stone in the river bed
Forthey came like herds of locusts
Everywoman child and man
Intheir lumbering conestogas
Theyleft their tracks upon the land
Somewould fail and some would prosper
Somewould die and some would kill
Somewould thank the lord
fortheir deliverance
Andsome would curse john sutter's mill
Wellthey came fromnew york city
Andthey came from alabam'
Withtheir dreams of finding fortunes
Inthis wild unsettled land
Wellsome fell prey to hostile arrows
Asthey tried to cross the plains
Andsome were lost in the rocky mountains
Withtheir hands froze to the reins
ohSome would fail and some would prosper
Somewould die and some would kill
Somewould thank the lord
fortheir deliverance
Andsome would curse john sutter's mill
Wellsome pushed on tocalifornia
Andothers stopped to take their rest
Andby the spring of eighteen-sixty
Theyhad opened up the west
Andthen the railroad came behind them
Andthe land was plowed and tamed
Whenold john sutter
wentto meet his maker
He'dnot one penny to his name
Oh
Somewould fail and some would prosper
Somewould die and some would kill
Somewould thank the lord
fortheir deliverance
Andsome would curse john sutter's mill
Andsome would curse john sutter's mill
Somemen's thirsts are never filled
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