“Gold in the North,”

"Gold in the North," came the blizzard to say, 
I left my sweetheart at the break of day, 
The gold ran out and my love turned grey. 
You don't know all, sir, you don't know all.

"The West," said the sun, "for enterprise," 
A bullet in Frisco put me wise,
My last words were "God damn your eyes." 
You don't know all, sir, you don't know all.

In the streets of New York I was young and swell, 
I rode the market, the market fell,
One morning I woke and found myself in hell, 
You don't know all, sir, you don't know all.

In Alabama my heart was full,
Down by the river bank I stole,
The waters of grief went over my soul, 
You don't know all, ma'am, you don't know all.

In the saloons I heaved a sigh,
Lost in deserts of alkali I lay down to die; 
There's always a sorrow can get you down, 
All the world's whiskey won't ever drown.

Some think they're strong, some think they're smart, 
Like butterflies they're pulled apart,
America can break your heart.
You don't know all, sir, you don't know all.