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 In the Spring of 
 So the  it is told,
  John Sutter went to the mill site
  a piece of shining gold.
 
 Well, he  it to the city
 Where the word,  wildfire, spread.
 And old John Sutter soon  to wish he'd
 Left that stone  the river bed.
 
  they came like herds of locusts
 Every woman,  and man
 In their lumbering 
 They  their tracks upon the land.
 
 Some  fail and some would prosper
 Some would die and  would kill
 Some would thank the Lord for their 
 And some would  John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well, they  from New York City,
  they came from Alabam'
 With their dreams  finding fortunes
 In  wild unsettled land.
 
 Well, some fell prey to hostile 
 As they tried  cross the plains.
 And some  lost in the Rocky Mountains
  their hands froze to the reins.
 
 Some would  and some would prosper
 Some would die and some  kill
  would thank the Lord for their deliverance
  some would curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well,  pushed on to California
 And others stopped to  their rest.
  by the Spring of Eighteen-sixty
 They had opened  the west.
 
 And then the railroad came  them
 And  land was plowed and tamed,
 When Old John Sutter  to meet his maker,
 He'd not  penny to his name.
 
 Some would fail and  would prosper
 Some would die and some would 
 Some would thank the Lord for  deliverance
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill.
 
 And some  curse John Sutter's Mill
 Some men's  are never filled.