Joya by Ken Lehnig Lyrics
My name is Joya
And I’m a miner man
Never found my fortune ’cept for the gun in my hand
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust I found
And I got gold, I got dead’s man dream [?]
And I got treasures and every reason to sing
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust
I found
I got a woman from San Francisco
She’s so pretty she dances in the third show [?]
She tells me she loves me
But I don’t really care [?]
Like the smell of her perfume
And the of her hand [?]
And I got gold, I got dead’s man dream [?]
And I got treasures and every reason to sing
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust
I found
Ain’t this a fine life I live?
Until someone shoots me down
Whoah whaoh who
Whoah whaoh who
First man I killed
Was just seventeen
He look like money
[?]
God I was so hungry
And down on my luck
He drew first
Then I shot him [?]
And I got gold, I got dead’s man dream [?]
And I got troubles and no reason to sing
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust
I found
Ain’t this a fine life I live?
Until someone shoots me down
My name is Joya
And I was a miner man
Never found my fortune ’cept for the gun in my hand
And I’m a miner man
Never found my fortune ’cept for the gun in my hand
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust I found
And I got gold, I got dead’s man dream [?]
And I got treasures and every reason to sing
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust
I found
I got a woman from San Francisco
She’s so pretty she dances in the third show [?]
She tells me she loves me
But I don’t really care [?]
Like the smell of her perfume
And the of her hand [?]
And I got gold, I got dead’s man dream [?]
And I got treasures and every reason to sing
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust
I found
Ain’t this a fine life I live?
Until someone shoots me down
Whoah whaoh who
Whoah whaoh who
First man I killed
Was just seventeen
He look like money
[?]
God I was so hungry
And down on my luck
He drew first
Then I shot him [?]
And I got gold, I got dead’s man dream [?]
And I got troubles and no reason to sing
It’s been ten long years
Digging in the cold hard ground
For fifteen dollars in the gold dust
I found
Ain’t this a fine life I live?
Until someone shoots me down
My name is Joya
And I was a miner man
Never found my fortune ’cept for the gun in my hand