Fools Gold

In the year of the famine When starvation and black death raged across the land There were many driven by their hunger To set sail for the Americas In search of a new life and a new hope Oh but there were some who couldn't cope And they spent their life In search of fool's gold The old prospector He makes it to the four lane highway His old compadre Lies dead in the sand With outstretched hands He cries,