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🎵 GOLD IS HEAVY, STORIES ARE NOT — Fantasy Tavern Song

A cheerful, funny fantasy tavern song made for DnD and tabletop RPG players.
This track is about what adventurers really keep after the quest is over: not the gold, not the gear—but the stories that get told again and again.

Perfect for:
• End-of-session music
• Tavern scenes in D&D / TTRPGs
• Background music while planning or reminiscing
• Fantasy readers and cozy adventurer vibes

This is a lighthearted, story-focused tavern song no chanting, no drinking cues, just humor, warmth, and shared memories around the table.

⚖️ Unofficial fanmade song inspired by fantasy tabletop culture and cozy tavern storytelling. All lyrics and music are original.

Tell me in the comments:
What story from your table is told *every single time*?

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
We hauled back chests from a cursed old keep,
Trapped every step, nothing came cheap,
The rogue said “easy,” the cleric said “wait,”
The wizard read one scroll far too late.
We split the coins till the sums felt wrong,
Then spent the night arguing who went strong—

[Chorus]
Gold is heavy, stories are not,
Gold runs out—stories rot not.
You’ll lose your pay and your magic sword,
But you’ll keep that tale you tell too much for sure.
Gold is heavy, stories are light,
They follow you home every tavern night.

[Verse 2]
We paid for rooms we didn’t need,
Bought rope, more rope, and extra feed,
Sold a gem for half its worth,
To a man who “swore” it cursed the earth.
The map was wrong, the guide was brave,
The fighter tripped in a heroic way—

[Chorus]
Gold is heavy, stories are not,
Gold goes missing—stories do not.
Coins don’t laugh when the plan goes bad,
Stories do, and they do it glad.
Gold is heavy, stories are light,
They get better wrong every single time.

[Verse 3 – table meta]
Someone says “remember that roll?”
Someone lies, but we let it go,
Someone swears they were “nearly dead,”
Someone else says “no, you had full health.”
The dragon shrinks, the jump grows wide,
And somehow we all survived—

[Bridge]
You can count your coins by candle flame,
Stack them neat and say their names,
But try to buy that look of pride,
When the worst plan works somehow—

You can’t.

[Verse 4]
We lost some gear, we gained a scar,
Named a horse that didn’t last far,
Saved a town that won’t recall
What we did—or us at all.
But every time the dice come out,
That night walks in and sits about—

[Final Chorus]
Gold is heavy, stories are not,
Gold stays put—stories trot.
They wander worlds and change their shoes,
They grow new endings you never choose.
Gold is heavy, stories are light,
They’re why we’re still adventuring tonight.

[Outro]
So keep your purse, count if you must—
We’ll keep the tale.
That’s the part we trust.