Fools Gold Thin Lizzy

In the year of the famine
When starvation and black death raged across the land
There were many driven by their hunger
To set sail for the Americas

In search of a new life and a new hope
Oh but there were some who couldn't cope
And they spent their life
In search of fool's gold

The old prospector he makes it to the four lane highway
His old compadre lays dead in the sand
With outstretched hands he cries, "Are you going my way?"
The people passing by didn't seem to understand

Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold

Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water
The bartender says, "We don't sell sympathy"

He tells a strange story about his father
How Sunday morning they'd go down to the church on the corner
As time grows older his thoughts they grow younger
It is his wish to search no longer