Karaoké Sutter's Mill Dan Fogelberg

In the spring of forty-seven so the story it is told

Old John Sutter went to the mill site

And found a piece of shining gold

Well he took it to the city

Where the word like wild fire spread

And old John Sutter soon came to wish he'd

Left that stone in the river bed

Well they came like herds of locusts every woman child and man

In their lumbering Conestogas they left their tracks upon the land

Some would fail and some would prosper

Some would die and some would kill

Some would thank the Lord for their deliverance

And some would curse

John Sutter's mill

Well they came from New York city and they came from Alabam'

With their dreams of finding fortunes in this wild unsettled land

Well some fell prey to hostile arrows as they tried to cross the plains

Some were lost in the rocky mountains

With their hands froze to the reins

Oh some would fail and some would prosper

Some would die and some would kill

Some would thank the Lord for their deliverance

And some would curse

John Sutter's mill

Some pushed on to California and others stopped to take their rest

And by the spring of eighteen-sixty they had opened up the west

Then the railroad came behind them

And the land was plowed and tamed

When old John Sutter went to meet his maker he'd not one penny to his name

Oh some would fail and some would prosper

Some would die and some would kill

Some would thank the Lord for their deliverance

And some would curse

John Sutter's mill

And some would curse

John Sutter's Mill

And some men's purse are never filled