we loaded rifles with our ragged britches on
so you must sit and take it all
your father looked at me like a thing that don't belong
no fortunes for his daughter
i'll take your words with me
i'll cross the rockies in the fall
find fortunes fit to take you home
blood washes glitter from stone
blood washes glitter from stone
four years and seven days since i left what was home
return to find you cavortin' with another
bought you a ring of solid gold
that vein my fate pursued
i could have made five hundred more
you're breaking my patience
you're breaking my patience
you're breaking my patience down