Blood To Gold

Won’t you run underneath the door
Take my home, treat it as your own
Yeah, my mother told me, 'Don't you run away'
Because it takes a man to keep them hungry
But I’m so damn cold
And if this blood don’t turn to gold, I think I’m doomed
Oh-oh oh-oh, oh-oh oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
The time has come, my friend, to run
I bid you, please, to take the roses
An the loaded gun I left you
'Cause I’m hopin' now you find somehow
That I’m so damn cold
And if this blood don’t turn to gold, I think I’m doomed
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah!
Ow!