We loaded rifles with our ragged britches on
We built the wagons, we head to California
Iâve got a lot to say, so you must sit and take it all
Your father looked at me like a thing that donât belong
Some sorry sailor, no fortunes for his daughter
Iâll take your words with me, Iâll cross the Rockies in the fall
To win my baby, find fortunes fit to take you home
Blood washes glitter from stone
Mad forces, bodies and bone
Blood washes glitter from stone
Four years and seven days since I left what was home
Return to find you cavortinâ with another
He bent a knee for you, bought you a ring of solid gold
That vein my fate pursued, I could have made five hundred more
Youâre breaking my patience
Youâre breaking my patience
Youâre breaking my patience down
Patience down
Patience down
Breaking down