PARTNERS
Words And Music by Danny Dill
Two partners went in search of gold, as friendly as could be;
One was young and one was old and the gay young fool was me.
Since neither one could write his name; we swore upon our souls.
To share the wealth and then shook hands. The hand that dug for gold.
Aha. Partners.
The summer days were gone at last and winter nights grew cold;
The snow had trapped us in the pass when we fin'lly found the gold.
We took our fortune to the shack to wait the winter thru.
But the food ran low so I killed my friend. What else was there to do?
Aha. Partners.
I threw his body just outside into the bitter cold;
Somehow I had to stay alive; I now had all the gold;
But the howling wind just seemed to say "you have killed a man";
And you'll never get to spend the gold with blood upon your hands.
Aha. Partners.
The cabin's covered now with snow and shelves of food are bare;
Satan's waiting for me now and I'm too cold to care;
Is that the devil at the door comin' for my soul;
Or is it just the old man a lookin' for his gold?
Aha. Partners.
Submitted by Leo Pijnenburg
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