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“River of Gold”


Intro

(Harmonica riff – simple, melodic, open and airy)

Verse 1

Woke up with the sunrise burning red,
Dust and dreams spinning in my head,
Old boots by the bedroom door,
Been walking this line since ’74.

Got a six-string humming low and slow,
Like a river only it can know,
Every mile’s a story told,
Every heart’s a river of gold.

Pre-Chorus

I’ve been searching high and low,
Through the rain and drifting snow,
For a light that won’t grow cold—
For a river of gold.

Chorus

Blow that harmonica, let it cry,
Send it rolling through the open sky,
I’ve been chasing what I can’t quite hold,
Looking for a river of gold.
Not in money, not in fame,
Not in fortune or a name,
Just a love that won’t grow old—
Like a river of gold.

(Harmonica hook answer to the last vocal line)

Verse 2

Met a girl in a roadside town,
Hair like autumn falling down,
She said, “Son, what you running from?”
I said, “I don’t know what I’ve become.”

She laughed like a freight train song,
Said, “You’ve known it all along,
You can wander, you can roam,
But your heart will lead you home.”

Pre-Chorus

Through the long and winding road,
Through the weight of every load,
There’s a truth our hands can hold—
It’s a river of gold.

Chorus

Blow that harmonica, let it cry,
Let it tremble, let it testify,
I’ve been chasing what I can’t control,
Looking for a river of gold.
Not in silver, not in lies,
But in truth behind your eyes,
In a love brave and bold—
Like a river of gold.

Bridge (Stripped Down – Just Guitar & Harmonica)

Maybe heaven ain’t that far,
Maybe it’s right where you are,
In the quiet, in the cold,
In a hand you hold.

(Emotional harmonica solo – bending notes, slow and soulful)

Final Chorus (Big, Full Band)

Blow that harmonica, let it soar,
Like it’s never been played before,
I ain’t searching anymore—
Found my river of gold.
Through the dark and through the storm,
In your arms is where it’s warm,
This wandering heart is sold—
To a river of gold.



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