LAST GOLD DOLLAR

Oh, my last gold dollar's gone,
Oh, my last gold dollar's gone,
Well my board bill's due, my whisky bill too,
And my last gold dollar's gone.

She's a darling little girl I know,
She's a darling little girl I know,
She's a coming down the stair,
Combing back her curly hair,
She's a darling little girl I know.

Oh darling when I had you
I laced up the shoes you wear
But now I'm bound in the walls of jail
Your little feet must go bare.

She's dodging from the frost and snow
She's dodging from the frost and snow
Her little feet are bare 'cause she has no shoes to wear
She's dodging from the frost and snow.

Oh darling six months ain't long
No darling six months ain't long
Six months ain't long for me to be gone
No darling six months ain't long.

Well I'm going to the west this fall
Oh I'm going to the west this fall
I may do well and I may catch hell
But I'm going to the west this fall.

As sung and played by George Gibson on 'Last Possum Up the Tree' (June Appal CD)