Gold Rush Brides Lyrics - 10,000 Maniacs

Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines 

Down prairie roads, pass the lone church spire 

Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? 

There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky 

From the wild western plains 

Where a man could drift, in legendary myth by roaming over spaces 

The land was free and the price was right 

Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly 

Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family 

I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history 

Who were the homestead wives? 

Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? 

Do their works survive, their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? 

The land was free, yet it cost their lives 

In miner's lust for gold 

A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece 

A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully 

In letters mailed back home her eastern sisters 

They would moan as they would read 

Accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief 

Accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief 

Accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief