Blood To Gold Lyrics

Won't you run underneath the bow.
Take my home, treat it as your own.
Yeah, my mother told me don't you run away,
'Cause it takes a man to keep them hungry, but

I'm so damn cold, and if this blood don't turn to gold
I think I'm doomed.
Oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah-ow!

The time has come, my friend, to run.
I bid you please to take the roses and the loaded gun I left you,
'cause I'm hopin' now you find somehow, that

I'm so damn cold, and if this blood don't turn to gold
I think I'm doomed.
Oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah-ow!

Oh ay-oo-ey-ooh-ey!
Oh ay-oo-ey-ooh-ey!