Her first green was gold,
South Fork River sold.
Cresting the Siskiyou,
Destiny's pass through.
The 'Niners built towers,
Vanished with the hours.
He writes a letter home,
He found an open road.
In Rail Road, a flower,
Only for the hour
Then dawn ran into day,
Nothing gold would stay.
He writes a letter home,
He found an open road.
She's speaking through the radio.
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