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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He came up north with a sack of maps
And a grin split wide as a saw
Past Port Lock Bay, where the spruce trees lean
And the gulls all watched him raw
He found it buried in black mud
Under stones with carved-out signs
Yellow as sun on a rotten tooth
Cold as a sinner's mind
[Pre-Chorus]
Old men said, “Leave it be”
Long before his boots hit shore
But greed got loud in his chest
And it banged on the cabin door
[Chorus]
Curse on the gold
Curse on the gold
It shone like fire
And turned to cold
Curse on the gold
Curse on the gold
Port Lock kept him
And never let him go
[Verse 2]
He weighed it once in a dirty pan
Then laughed at the shaking hand
Said, “I’ll be rich by the thawing time”
Then he vanished into the land
Left his coffee gone hard by the stove
Left one boot by the trail
Found a pick with a split-down handle
And a ring made of whale bone pale
[Pre-Chorus]
Night came down with a sharpened face
Snow pushed hard through the pines
He heard drums where the ravens were
And followed those crooked lines
[Chorus]
Curse on the gold
Curse on the gold
It shone like fire
And turned to cold
Curse on the gold
Curse on the gold
Port Lock kept him
And never let him go
[Bridge]
Now when the wind rolls in from the bay
Folks lock up and pull the blind
Some say they see a lantern sway
Where no man walks that line
And the moss grows thick on his name
Like it knows where bones lie low
At Port Lock, if you dig for more
The dark will take what you owe
[Chorus]
Curse on the gold
Curse on the gold
It shone like fire
And turned to cold
Curse on the gold
Curse on the gold
Port Lock kept him
And never let him go
Details
GeneratedAug 21, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark gothic folk ballad with slow picked acoustic guitar, frame drum heartbeat, low fiddle drones, and sparse upright bass; verse stays intimate and ominous, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and creaking wind accents, chorus opens on a wide chantable refrain, bridge drops to solo voice and distant harmonica, final chorus returns with fuller drums and ghostly doubles. Close-mic male vocal, breathy and cracked, with echo throws on the title phrase and eerie reversed swells between lines., native american
Credits
Prompt by
Gold_Diggin_Cowboy
Gold_Diggin_CowboyModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song about prospector finding native American cursed gold then disappearing in the wilderness near port lock Alaska.
