From the recording This Dirt
Lyrics
Well the rich paid in silver
The people paid in gold
We need someone to douse the burning
mountains
Counting their paper trials
What is my currency
What could I be livin off of but love
And no matter how hard it is
We’re forward bound
And no matter how hard it is
We’re forward bound
Well there’s thick smoke in the air
He couldn’t breathe
The red sun staring down
Eyes full of greed
But you better not flee
What is my currency
What could I be livin off of but love
And no matter how hard it is
We’re forward bound
And no matter how hard it is
We’re forward bound