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 neither one could write his name, I swore upon my soul  To share the wealth and then shook hands          the hands that dug for gold                  Partners                                   Twas in the spring we packed our gear, a-northward we did go  We crossed the mountain passes where the swirling rivers flow       All summer long we panned the gold, no nuggets did we find  But faith was great and hope was strong          we'd get the gold in time                  Partners                        Oh the summer days were gone at last and the winter nights grew cold  The snow had trapped us in the pass when we finally found 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                  Partners                        Oh the cabin's covered now with snow, the shelves of food are bare  Satan's waiting for me now but I'm too cold to care       Is that the devil at my door looking for my soul  Or is it just the old man          looking for his gold                Partners