Comstock Lode

Goodbye Virginia City
And these tall Nevada pines
I’ll marry my soul to a ghost town
When I lay me down to die

Wisht I had a copper coin
For all the gold I’ve known
I’d trade it all to a highwayman
For a half a pint of rum

This old gold has took my soul
And left me for the tomb
I spent my last nickel on a whiskey still
What else would a miner do?

All I got’s this old grey mule
Two blankets & some rum
She rode me all the way to Reno
I’ll trade her for a pistol gun

Goodbye Virginia City
And these tall Nevada pines
I’ll marry my soul to a ghost town