Deep in the Motherlode (Live from The Theatre Royal Drury Lane, London, 5th May 1980)

Get out of the way, fat man. You got something to do
Go fill up your hands till they shine back up at you
Well you gotta get out while there's gold in the air
It's falling like water, oh it's coming down from those hills
Nanana oh, oh

Go West young man
Earn a dollar a day, that's what your family said
Amd you're rolling the days right on into the night
At the head of the line, oh it's going way-way-way-way-way out of sight
Nanana oh-oh
Go West young man like your family said, o-ho

All along the wagons
All along the dusty trail
Seventeen years not over a day
Like children in the wild
Your mama's milk still wet on your face
And no one wants to pray for your safe journey home

Out beyond the desеrt
Across the mountains by the falls
Servants who lеave their master's house
Oh, they're walking all the way
The golden fields that beckoned you, you
They're darkened by the days
Go West young man, like your family said

Go West young man
Aw well, if you knew then just what you know today
Yes you'd be back where you started a happier man
And leave all the glory to all of those who have remained
Nanana oh-oh

Go West young man
Go West young man, like your family said
Oh no

Go West young man
Go West young man, like your family said
Oh, oh, oh oh