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River of Gold / music acoustic guitar expressive harmonica fills / blue/folk

“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. Image par iPicture de Pixabay