

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Left a note on the table Just a thumbprint and my name Sold my coat for a wagon seat Chasing whispers of a golden vein Dust in my teeth Map in my mind Sun at my back as the church bells chimed [Chorus] California bound With a shovel and a worn-out vow Gonna dig this hope Right out of the ground somehow Dreaming that the river Rolls like a miracle down ’Til it fills my empty pockets I’m California bound [Verse 2] Campfire coffee Bitter and black Counting blisters on my hands Every mile another “maybe” Every rumor another plan Pan in the stream Eyes on the sand Praying that it gleams when I lift my hand [Chorus] California bound With a shovel and a worn-out vow Gonna dig this hope Right out of the ground somehow Dreaming that the river Rolls like a miracle down ’Til it fills my empty pockets I’m California bound [Bridge] If it’s fool’s gold I’ll still stay I’ve already given my old life away ’Cause a man is rich When he chooses his road And mine runs west On a promise of gold [Chorus] California bound With a shovel and a worn-out vow Gonna dig this hope Right out of the ground somehow Dreaming that the river Rolls like a miracle down ’Til it fills my empty pockets I’m California bound Yeah ’til it fills my empty pockets I’m California bound
Tags
Dusty folk-country ballad with warm acoustic guitars, upright bass, and brushed snare. Male vocals up close and storytelling; gentle mouth harp fills the gaps. Chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a distant fiddle, energy rising like a campfire singalong then easing back to an intimate verse.
3:01
No
1/30/2026