[Lyrics for Far From Finished – 1849]
Welcome to California son
This is where men are made
Grab yourself a pick and a shovel
If youve got the will
Weve got the way
In eighteen forty-nine you saw the gold with your own two eyes
You scavenge for something that shines like the son
You ravage through dirt and the greed and the blood
You came for the metals now youre remembered in stone
You cant see the sun is going down on you
Youre a crook youre a gambler its all for their sake
You lost it all you gave them all they could take
Dont know where you are you dont know where youve been
Its a race till your death that youll never win
Its a place and a time youre bought and sold
Youll see that youre not worth your weight in gold
Is this your better way
You watch the California sun go sinking down into the bay
Is this your better way
You watch the California sun steal all your dreams away
The saloons and the gambling the whore house hotels
Theyre lit up all night by their own private hells
Now a broken man so far from his home
It now comes to this he stands drunk and alone
Without a dime to your name or one ounce of fame
Its time to die now who do you blame