If your pickup`s worthy of the roads out in the country,
Head out to the Cariboo and stake yourself a claim.
Fill your knapsack up with food
And head out while you`re in the mood
See if you can beat old `Lady Luck` at her game.
CHORUS:
Go for the gold, there`s gold in them thar hills!
Go for the gold, there`s gold in them thar hills!
Go for the gold, there`s gold in them thar hills!
You can play the game of chance and go for the GOLD.
But if you get discouraged `cause the gold`s not free and easy
Sit back a minute and take a look around.
`Cause if you felt the mornin` sun
And if you saw the wild deer run,
You`ve struck gold when you`ve found
All the gold`s not in the ground. (CHORUS)
If you felt the evenin` breeze rustle through the autumn leaves,
You`ve had gold dust sprinkled
Through your fingers and your mind.
It`s all here for me and you, the great `Chilcotin-Cariboo`
So come and play a part in Mother Nature`s splendid game. (CHORUS)