I dig the gold
But where does the gold go
I dig the gold

But where does the gold go
Take the gold and run


I dig the gold
But where does the gold go
I dig the gold

But where does the gold go
Take the gold and run


My father digs gold in South Africa
In the rain and the cold and he's old
Take the gold and run


He plant the cotton
Make it grow

Like hair everywhere
By the moon and the sun
Take the gold and run


Run, wun, run, run
Take the gold and run


Tired and worn
And torn and scorned

Pains and chains
And things and?


Tired and worn
And torn and scorned
Pains and chains

And things

All I do is play and run

All I do is rock and roll
And play my song


All I do is play and run
All I do is rock and roll
And sing my song


All I do is run, run


I dig the gold
But where does the gold go
I dig the gold

But where does the gold go

I dig the gold

But where does the gold go
I dig the gold
But where does the gold go


Take the gold and run
Take the gold and run

Take the gold and run, run, run
Take the gold and run