Fools' Gold

[Verse] Out in the hills where the rivers run cold, Men chased a dream they could never quite hold, With stars in their eyes and dirt on their soles, They came for the shiny, elusive fools' gold. [Verse 2] They packed up their wagons, they packed up their dreams, But one thing they overlooked, it seems, With hearts in their throats, ambitions untold, They forgot all their picks and shovels back home. [Chorus] Oh, the irony stings like the cold mountain air, They paid ten times the price with desperate despair, Searching for riches, fortunes so bold, But I made my treasure selling tools to the fools' gold. [Verse 3] From dawn until dusk, they'd dig in the ground, While I counted my silver as they circled 'round, With each setting sun, their hopes intertwined, But all their hard labor left little to find. [Verse 4] The tales of wild fortunes shone bright in their eyes, Not knowing the truth, just believing the lies, They dug and they sifted through treacherous mould, And I reaped the rewards of their quests for fools' gold. [Chorus] Oh, the irony stings like the cold mountain air, They paid ten times the price with desperate despair, Searching for riches, fortunes so bold, But I made my treasure selling tools to the fools' gold.