Down in a grave is where old Smithy lies
He's the one who whispered the story as he died
And I may be the only one still alive
Who knows why Golden died
The story goes way back about fifty years
An old mining town, Golden was this
Prosperous and fruitful until the day she died
Now no one from Golden's alive
Golden town
Every morning at 10 a.m. in would roll the train
And the miners of Golden would ride it their way
And still at ten each morning that old train pulls in
But nobody knows why
Golden town
All you folks here listen up
Because what I've got to say may make you want to move and search this very day
For that old mining town that's all but gone away
Because Golden now lives on
