Too late to be a 49 'er
He spent his life prospecting gold,
Headed north from California
All the way to Silver Bow
He wasn't in it for the money
But all the whiskey could hold
That wasn't all that he was after
He loved the women I’ve been told
Hardships never did concern him
The isolation or the cold
He lived his life the way he wanted
It was a dream he never sold
Though it somehow seems unlikely
He never cheated never stoled
There weren't a man that didn't like him
They named at town for him you know
He wasn't what you'd call a good man
Or if he was it didn't show
They buried him a young man
In the town they called Juneau
In a shanty on the corner
The side of town where no one goes
Cries a woman and a baby
That her Daddy called his Rose
(c) 1987
