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 In the Spring of 
 So the story, it is 
 Old John Sutter went to the mill 
 Found a  of shining gold.
 
 Well, he took it  the city
 Where the word, like wildfire, 
 And old John Sutter  came to wish he'd
 Left that  in the river bed.
 
 For they came like herds  locusts
 Every  child and man
 In their lumbering 
 They left  tracks upon the land.
 
 Some would fail  some would prosper
 Some would  and some would kill
  would thank the Lord for their deliverance
 And some  curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
  they came from New York City,
  they came from Alabam'
 With their dreams  finding fortunes
 In this wild unsettled 
 
 Well, some  prey to hostile arrows
 As they tried to  the plains.
 And some were  in the Rocky Mountains
 With their hands froze  the reins.
 
 Some would fail and  would prosper
 Some  die and some would kill
  would thank the Lord for their deliverance
 And some  curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
  some pushed on to California
  others stopped to take their rest.
 And by the Spring of 
 They had opened up  west.
 
 And then the railroad  behind them
 And the land was plowed and 
 When Old  Sutter went to meet his maker,
  not one penny to his name.
 
 Some would fail and some  prosper
 Some would die and  would kill
  would thank the Lord for their deliverance
 And some would  John Sutter's Mill.
 
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill
 Some men's thirsts  never filled.