《Sutter's Mill》(萨特的磨坊) - 美国经典乡村民谣
In the spring of 47
So the story it◡is told
Ol(d) John Sutter wen(t) to the mill site
Found◡a piece◡of shinin' gold
Well◡he took◡it to the city
Where the wor(d) li(k)e wil(d)fire spread
And◡ol(d) John Sutter soon came to wish◡he'd
Lef(t) tha(t) stone◡in the river bed
For they came like herds◡of locusts
Every woman child◡an(d) man
In their lumberin' Conestogas
They lef(t) their tracks◡upon the land
Some woul(d) fail◡an(d) some woul(d) prosper
Some woul(d) die an(d) some woul(d) kill
Some woul(d) than(k) the Lor(d) for their deliverance
An(d) some woul(d) curse John Sutter's Mill
Well they came from New York City
An(d) they came from◡Alabama
With their dreams◡of findin' fortunes
In this wild◡unsettle(d) land
Well some fell prey to hostile◡arrows
As they trie(d) to cross the plains
An(d) some were lost◡in the Rocky Mountains
With their hands froze to the reins
Oh some woul(d) fail◡an(d) some woul(d) prosper
Some woul(d) die an(d) some woul(d) kill
Some woul(d) than(k) the Lor(d) for their deliverance
An(d) some woul(d) curse John Sutter's Mill
Some pushed◡on to California
And◡others stoppe(d) to ta(k)e their rest
An(d) by the Spring◡of◡1860
They had◡opened◡u(p) the West
An(d) then the railroa(d) came behin(d) them
An(d) the land was plowed◡an(d) tamed
When◡ol(d) John Sutter wen(t) to meet his maker
He'(d) no(t) one penny to his name
Oh some woul(d) fail◡an(d) some woul(d) prosper
Some woul(d) die an(d) some woul(d) kill
Some woul(d) than(k) the Lor(d) for their deliverance
An(d) some woul(d) curse John Sutter's Mill
An(d) some woul(d) curse John Sutter's Mill
Some men's thirsts are never filled