Don’t know how to call don’t know when to hold – waitin’ on that pot o gold.
Walk outside aint got no coat, see me shakin’ searchin’ for that pot o gold.
Can you remember the stories I once told?
Can you remember the wind being this cold?
Long time comin’ this pot o gold.
My baby she holds me, my baby she holds me…holds me all night long – lays with me dreaming of findin’ that pot o gold – bring it to me before I m too old – the pot o gold. workin’ on that pot o gold.

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