Annie Bartholomew - Spoils Lyrics

Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Line them up and
Fill my cup with spoils

What can be done when the West is won
Go north boys to the midnight sun
Onward they go
With oats to sow
Spoils, all they know

Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Choose a side and
Take a ride, for spoils

A scarlet dame condemned to shame
Lived my life like another card game
Paying the price
For a life of vice
Spoils, roll the dice

Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Don't turn back
Just count your stacks, the spoils

Left to grieve when the last ones leave
Close your eyes while they moil and theive
Just poisoned streams
From the pilgrims dreams
Spoiled, so it seems

Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Dig your grave
And go get saved with spoils

What do you find at the bottom of a mine
No treasure, No pay streak at all
Just the spoils