Paint Your Wagon

# Gold

# Gold

# Gold

# Gold

# Gold

# Got a dream, boy

# Got a song

# Paint your wagon

# And come along

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# Where am I headin'?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# When will I be there? I don't know

# When will I get there?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# Got a dream, boy

# Got a song

# Paint your wagon

(Singing in French)

(Singing in Swedish)

(Singing in German)

(Singing in Chinese)

(Singing in Russian)

# Got a dream, boy

# Got a song

# Paint your wagon

# And come along

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# When will I be there?

I ain't certain

# What will I get?

I ain't equipped to say

# But who gives a damn?

# Who gives a damn?

# Who gives a damn? We're on our way

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# Where am I headin'?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# When will I be there? I don't know

# When will I get there?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# Where am I headin'?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# When will I be there? I don't know

# When will I get there?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# Got a dream, boy

# Got a song

# Paint your wagon

# And come along

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# When will I be there?

I ain't certain

# What will I get?

I ain't equipped to say

# But who gives a damn?

# Who gives a damn? We're... #

Farmers.

Let's go.

Whoa! Hold it.

There it is!

Get over here. Now stop it!

Hello!

Is... they... dead?!

They'd...

better be!

Cos I'm gonna bury 'em!

Let's go.

My brother.

My brother.

He's dead.

His shoulder and leg

is pretty badly broken.

-You a doctor?

-Horse doctor. But bones is bones.

Also a blacksmith.

Bring brother.

More in the centre.

Oh, God...

we pass on to You

the body and soul...

of this nameless peckerhead.

Well, at least he went quick,

and he ain't going to suffer scurvy,

dysentery, spotted fever,

or the cholera

not to mention them other maladies

contracted in a consort

with low women.

Or waste years digging in the dirt

and finding dirt,

like I've been doing.

-Talk about him!

-You wanna be next?

And seeing how he survived that,

he could have been hit by timber,

fall down a shaft,

starved, get murdered

or committed suicide

on Christmas Eve.

What I mean, God, is you have

no pity for your living children,

so that's why we're asking you

to be a little kinder

to 'em when they dead.

So, with all due reverence, Lord,

we pass on to you

this corncracker's body and soul

to take him and to keep him...

I stake this claim! For me

and my new pardner, whoever he is...

Forever and ever. Amen.

Pull him up.

# Got a dream, boy

# Got a song

# Paint your wagon

# And come along

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# Where am I headin'?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# When will I be there? I don't know

# When will I get there?

I ain't certain

# All I know is I am on my way

# Got a dream, boy

# Got a song

# Paint your wagon

# And come along

# Where am I goin'? I don't know

# When will I be there?

I ain't certain

# What will I get?

I ain't equipped to say

# But who gives a damn?

# Who gives a damn?

# We're on our way #

# I still see Elisa

# She keeps on returning

# As breathless

# And young as ever

# I still hear Elisa

# And still feel a yearning

# To hold her against me again

# Her heart was made of holidays

# Her smile was made of dawn

# Her laughter was an April song

# That echoes on and on

# Since I saw Elisa

# The shadows are falling

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