If your pickup's worthy of the roads out in the country,

Head out to the Cariboo and stake yourself a claim.

Fill your knapsack up with food

And head out while you're in the mood

See if you can beat old 'Lady Luck' at her game.



CHORUS:

Go for the gold, there's gold in them thar hills!

Go for the gold, there's gold in them thar hills!

Go for the gold, there's gold in them thar hills!

You can play the game of chance and go for the GOLD.



But if you get discouraged 'cause the gold's not free and easy

Sit back a minute and take a look around.

'Cause if you felt the mornin' sun

And if you saw the wild deer run,

You've struck gold when you've found

All the gold's not in the ground. (CHORUS)



If you felt the evenin' breeze rustle through the autumn leaves,

You've had gold dust sprinkled

Through your fingers and your mind.

It's all here for me and you, the great 'Chilcotin-Cariboo'

So come and play a part in Mother Nature's splendid game. (CHORUS)



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