An Ol' Tin Cup (and a Battered Ol' Coffee Pot)

I was riding my horse in the desert
Tired and weary at mind
Not knowing what I was searching for
And not caring what I might find
When suddenly, there in the desert
My old buck stumbled and to my surprise
He uncovered a world of greens right before my eyes
There was an ol' tin cup, a battered old coffee pot
A saddle, a pick and a spade
All but remained from the hopes of a miner
And the wonderful plans he once made
The rusty old rim from the wheel of a wagon
The strings from guitar he had played
Giving mute testimony to the hopes of an old 49er
From the wonderful plans he once made
A handful of nuggets lay gleaming in the sun
Right next to the gun he used to hold
You see, he learned from a friend
That the end of his rainbow was just a bag of fools gold
An ol' tin cup, a battered old coffee pot
A good book, from which he had prayed
Telling the story of an old 49er
Of the wonderful plans he once made
There was a faded picture of a girl there too
In a pretty gingham dress
Rested, near a letter
A letter that told how a stranger had come along and taken her away
And her love for him, had grown cold
Beside that ol' tin cup, and battered old coffee pot
I knelt with his good book and prayed
To the lord, please, take care
Of the old 49er and the wonderful plans he once made