Down, down, down, down, da down, down, down
I'm no clown I won't back down
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
I'm watching you sinking
Down, down, down, down, da down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, da down, down, down
These boots were made for walking
Fool's gold
I know the truth and I know what you're thinking
I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
I'm watching you sinking
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone, you're weighing the gold
I'm standing alone you're weighing the gold
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear
I'm watching you sinking
The marquis de sade don't wear no boots like these
I don't need you to tell me what's going down
Gold's just around the corner
Breakdown's coming up round the bend
The pack on my back is aching
The gold road's sure a long road
I'm standing alone you're weighing the gold
I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all
The pack on my back is aching
Fool's gold, fool's gold