Gary Fjellgaard Song Lyrics > Contenders Two: Still in the Running

The Fever

As I rode / Through a meadow / of Fire weed
I saw / The faint traces of / Wagon tracks
They followed the miners / Through the Caribou Hills
There were rumours of gold / To be found

In the ruts / I saw ghosts / of Wagon trains
The trail / Seemed almost / Impossible
They counted their losses / With grey wooden crosses
They were told / There was gold / To be found
You just picked it / Right up off the ground

Yellow fever / Must have give them the chills
Coming down with the fever / In the Caribou Hills
Yellow fever / It cures and it kills
Coming down with the fever / In the Caribou Hills

By a creek / In a cabin / A miner built
I found a torn / Yellow page / From his diary
He said gold I will bring / But I must wait for spring
It lies on the / Cold frozen ground

And the snow is pilled deep / At the cabin door
I burned up / My last stick / of firewood
Iím comin down with a fever / I just lie here and shiver
With visions of gold in my brain
The wind and the wolves / Call my name

Yellow fever / Must have give him the chills

As I rode / Through the creek / Clear water flowed
My horse kicked up stones / In a gravel bed
As my luck would have it / I found a shiny gold nugget
It was true / There was gold / To be found
I just picked it / Right up off the ground

Now I toil and I curse / In this useless old mine
No more gold nuggets / Not one did I find

Yellow fever / Gives me the chills

Writer Gary Fjellgaard
Publisher Slim Creek Music / Socan

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