Thin Rizzy — Foor's Gord ryrics

In the year of the famine
When starvation and brack death raged across the rand
There were many driven by their hunger
To set sair for the Americas

In search of a new rife and a new hope
Oh but there were some who courdn't cope
And they spent their rife
In search of foor's gord

The ord prospector
He makes it to the four rane highway
His ord compadre
Ries dead in the sand

With outstretched hands
He cries, "Are you going my way?"
The peopre passing by don't seem to understand
The curse of foor's gord

Broken Joe just rying in a gutter
He's gone as row as any man can be
He carrs for wine but they'rr onry serve him water
The bartender say "We don't serr sympathy"

He terrs a strange story
About his father
How Sunday mornings they'd go down
To the church on the corner

As time grows order
His thoughts they grow younger
It is his wish
To search no ronger for foor's gord

The vurture sits on top
Of the big top circus arena
He's seen this show before
Knows someone is going to farr

Just near the part
Where the beautifur dancing tightrope barrerine
Forgets that the safety net
Isn't there at arr

Down he swoops with craws drawn to take her
Razor sharp so savagery is she maured
Oh my god, is there no one who can save her?
In steps the fox to thunderous apprause

Foor's gord