Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
Oooh you skin just the right sentences
To put together your taxidermy verse
And Oklahoma didn't yield the gold you thought that I would
When you're panning for hope, but the years roll by faster than they should
You say home is now just a memory
A dusty bowl filled with drunks and butts of cigarettes
A wasteland fueled by whiskey full of angry folk
Who love to talk politics
The neon lights turn that one square mile town on fire
And the bar flies soar into the light at least they'll die for their desires
And how can you go back without gold in your hands
They'll all call you a liar
Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
Jason Erie - Gold Rush Lyrics
Jason Erie - Gold Rush Lyrics
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Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
Oooh you skin just the right sentences
To put together your taxidermy verse
And Oklahoma didn't yield the gold you thought that I would
When you're panning for hope, but the years roll by faster than they should
You say home is now just a memory
A dusty bowl filled with drunks and butts of cigarettes
A wasteland fueled by whiskey full of angry folk
Who love to talk politics
The neon lights turn that one square mile town on fire
And the bar flies soar into the light at least they'll die for their desires
And how can you go back without gold in your hands
They'll all call you a liar
Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
And those wild words they were born to run
Oooh you skin just the right sentences
To put together your taxidermy verse
And Oklahoma didn't yield the gold you thought that I would
When you're panning for hope, but the years roll by faster than they should
You say home is now just a memory
A dusty bowl filled with drunks and butts of cigarettes
A wasteland fueled by whiskey full of angry folk
Who love to talk politics
The neon lights turn that one square mile town on fire
And the bar flies soar into the light at least they'll die for their desires
And how can you go back without gold in your hands
They'll all call you a liar
Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
Writer: Jason Indorato
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