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Alaska Gold
Well in 1904 I decided to make my way
Heard about a gold rush almost every day
Left my home and my family trying to get rich
Now here I am sleeping in a ditch
To many times spent money in the saloons
Drinking and gambling from midnight till noon
The queen of hearts I was told to hold
But she robbed my pockets of silver and gold
The whiskey I was drinking was my downfall
When you ain't got a penny you ain't that tall
All the pretty ladies treated me like a king
But when you are busted you don't mean a thing
Ladies,whiskey and gambling my life was so fine
Then I woke up one morning and didn't have a dime
Going back to my home where I wished I'd stayed
Cause in Alaska in the ground your body will lay
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