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