Gold In My Pan

[Verse 1]
Blue sky
Worn hat
Boot prints in the morning sand
Green mountains lean in
Like they're guarding all this land
Cold river on my fingers
Wash the sleep right off my hands
Warm sun on my shoulders
Bright yellow gold in my pan
[Chorus]
I got blue sky
Green mountains
Cold river
Warm sun on my back
Every little flicker in the water
Feels like I finally got slack
Don't know if I'm rich or just lucky
But I'm richer than I ever planned
With blue sky
Green mountains
And bright yellow gold in my pan (hey)
[Verse 2]
Coffee in a tin cup
Ash smoke in my clothes
Pebbles in a circle
Where that little campfire glows
Wind hums through the pine trees
Like it understands
Every swirl of muddy water
Might be fortune in my hands
[Chorus]
I got blue sky
Green mountains
Cold river
Warm sun on my back
Every little flicker in the water
Feels like I finally got slack
Don't know if I'm rich or just lucky
But I'm richer than I ever planned
With blue sky
Green mountains
And bright yellow gold in my pan (oh yeah)

Acoustic Americana with male vocals, fingerpicked guitar and upright bass. Easy shuffle groove, brushed snare and soft tambourine. Verses stay intimate and rootsy; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a whistled countermelody. Light organ pad blooms in the bridge, then everything drops to guitar and vocal for the final hook., bright, warm