It aint worth the effort. No it aint made of gold

She don’t tend to no garden That I'm told, that’s all I'm told

Ita€™s a lasting impression The seed of love is growing old

All good men turn to ashes That I know, That’s all I know


You can go to California, And spread your talents in the sand

But the girls in California, They aint your friend

You best think again and again

Em C G Em C G D Am C G


Ita€™s a suspect profession, To sell your love when its gone cold

All good dogs turn to beggars That I know, That’s all I know


Dirt floor in a run down bar, Thought of you, Safe from harm

A wagon wheel and all the roads are paved

Pray for all we have saved, I pray for all we have saved