Partners-Partners

Partners - Partners Two partners went in search of gold As friendly as could be One was young and one was old And the gay young fool was me. Since neighter one could write his name We swore upon our souls To share the wealth and then shook hands The hands that dug for gold. (oh, partners) The summer days were gone at last And winter nights grew cold The snow had trapped us in the pass When we finally find the gold. We took our fortune to the shack To wait the winter through But the food ran low so I killed my friend What else was there to do? (oh, partners) I threw his body just outside Into the bitter cold Somehow I had to stay alive I now had all the gold. But the howling wind just seemed to say You have killed a man And you'll never get to spend the gold With the blood upon your hands. (oh, partners) The cabin's covered now with snow And shelves of food are bare Satan's waitin' for me now And I'm too cold to care. Is that the devil at the door Coming for my soul Or is it just the old man A looking for his gold? (oh, partners)...