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Dan Fogelberg - sutters mill(Live)
In the Spring of Forty-seven
So the story it is told
Old John Sutter went to the mill site
Found a piece of shining gold
Well he took it to the city
Where the word like wildfire spread
And old John Sutter soon
came to wish hed
Left that stone in the river bed
For they came like herds of locusts
Every woman child and man
In their lumbering Conestogas
They left their tracks upon the land
Some would fail and some would prosper
Some would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord
for their deliverance
And some would curse John Sutters Mill
Well they came from New York City
And they came from Alabam
With their dreams of finding fortunes
In this wild unsettled land
Well some fell prey to hostile arrows
As they tried to cross the plains
And some were lost in the Rocky Mountains
With their hands froze to the reins
Oh
Some would fail and some would prosper
Some would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord
for their deliverance
And some would curse John Sutters Mill
Well some pushed on to California
And others stopped to take their rest
And by the Spring of Eighteen-sixty
They had opened up the west
And then the railroad came behind them
And the land was plowed and tamed
When Old John Sutter
went to meet his maker
Hed not one penny to his name
Oh
Some would fail and some would prosper
Some would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord
for their deliverance
And some would curse John Sutters Mill
And some would curse John Sutters Mill
Some mens thirsts are never filled