the gold road s sure a long road winds on through the hills for fifteen days the pack on my back is aching the straps seem to cut me like a knife the gold road s sure a long road winds on through the hills for fifteen days the pack on my back is aching the straps seem to cut me like a knife i m no clown i won t back down i don t need you to tell me what s going down down down down down da down down down down down down down da down down down i m standing alone i m watching you all i m seeing you sinking i m standing alone you re weighing the gold i m watching you sinking fool s gold these boots were made for walking the marquis de sade don t wear no boots like these gold s just around the corner breakdown s coming up round the bend sometimes you have to try to get along dear i know the truth and i know what you re thinking down down down down da down down down i m standing alone i m watching you all i m seeing you sinking i m standing alone you re weighing the gold i m watching you sinking fool s gold  fool s gold i m standing alone i m watching you all i m seeing you sinking i m standing alone you re weighing the gold i m watching you sinking fool s gold 10