Deep in the Motherlode (Genesis)

Get out of the way fat man. You got something to do Go fill up your hands till they're shining up at you. You gotta get out while there's gold in the air It's falling like water, coming down from the hills. Go West young man Earn a dollar a day just like your family said. You're rolling your days right on into the night The head of the line's going way out of sight. Go West young man like your family said All along the wagons All along the dusty trail. Seventeen years not over a day Like children in the wild. Your mother's milk still wet on your face And no one to pray for your safe journey home. Out beyond the desert Across the mountains by the fall. Servants who leave their masters house Are walking all the way. The golden fields that beckoned you Are darkened by the years. Go West Young Man If you knew then what you know today You'd be back where you started a happier man And leave all the glory to those who have remained. So Go West Young Man Go West Young Man, like your family said.