Won't you run, run with me for gold Take my home, treat it as your own. My mother told me don't you run away, Cause 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. Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah. The time has come my friend to run, I bid you please to take the roses and 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. Ooh, yeah, yeah.