Deep in the Motherlode (Live from The Theatre Royal Drury Lane, London, 5th May 1980)

Get out of the way, fat man. You got something to do Go fill up your hands till they shine back up at you Well you gotta get out while there's gold in the air It's falling like water, oh it's coming down from those hills Nanana oh, oh Go West young man Earn a dollar a day, that's what your family said Amd you're rolling the days right on into the night At the head of the line, oh it's going way-way-way-way-way out of sight Nanana oh-oh Go West young man like your family said, o-ho All along the wagons All along the dusty trail Seventeen years not over a day Like children in the wild Your mama's milk still wet on your face And no one wants to pray for your safe journey home Out beyond the desеrt Across the mountains by the falls Servants who lеave their master's house Oh, they're walking all the way The golden fields that beckoned you, you They're darkened by the days Go West young man, like your family said Go West young man Aw well, if you knew then just what you know today Yes you'd be back where you started a happier man And leave all the glory to all of those who have remained Nanana oh-oh Go West young man Go West young man, like your family said Oh no Go West young man Go West young man, like your family said Oh, oh, oh oh