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 In the Spring of 
 So  story, it is told,
 Old John Sutter went to the mill 
 Found  piece of shining gold.
 
 Well, he  it to the city
 Where the word, like  spread.
  old John Sutter soon came to wish he'd
 Left  stone in the river bed.
 
 For they came like herds  locusts
 Every woman,  and man
 In their lumbering 
 They left their tracks upon the 
 
 Some would fail and some  prosper
 Some would die and some  kill
  would thank the Lord for their deliverance
  some would curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well,  came from New York City,
  they came from Alabam'
 With their dreams of  fortunes
 In this wild  land.
 
 Well,  fell prey to hostile arrows
 As they tried to  the plains.
  some were lost in the Rocky Mountains
 With their hands  to the reins.
 
 Some would fail  some would prosper
 Some would die and some  kill
 Some would thank the  for their deliverance
 And some would  John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well,  pushed on to California
 And others stopped  take their rest.
 And  the Spring of Eighteen-sixty
 They had opened up the 
 
 And then the railroad came  them
 And the land was plowed and 
 When Old John Sutter went to  his maker,
 He'd  one penny to his name.
 
  would fail and some would prosper
 Some would die and some would 
 Some  thank the Lord for their deliverance
 And some would curse John  Mill.
 
 And some would  John Sutter's Mill
 Some  thirsts are never filled.