Take me up to Old Panamint City
Where the sky is blue and the clouds are pretty
I, want to see all its gold

Take me up to Old Panamint’s Chimney
Where the bricks are red and adventure’s plenty
I, want see all it holds

Once a boomtown in a silver stampede
It’s a nice place to smoke some weed
It’s a very cool place, it’s really something to see
You’ll have a ‘helluva’ time
Spelunking the many old mines

Like Huell Howser on crack cocaine
I got California’s Gold inside of my brain
I talk in circles and I sound insane
I’m speaking like I’m out of my mind
But I’m really feeling just fine

Take me up to Old Panamint Valley
To the washed out streets and the stream bed alleys
I’d, love to see its rock homes

Take me up to Old Panamint’s cliff sides
Where the rocks are brown and the petroglyphs hide
I, want to see big horns roam

Book your next trip in the Panamint Hilton
You never know who just might drop in
The sign on the door warns of a lemur that creeps
And while you’re safely tucked in bed and counting sheep
That varmit won’t let you fall asleep

Take me up to Old Panamint’s canyons
Where the moon and stars make the best companions
Heal my soul

Take me up to Old Panamint’s fauna
Where the cacti team with desert iguanas
Amongst the trees I will stroll

It’s God’s country (4x)

Native Americans called it their land
Now BLM pesters with their demands
There must be a mayor who’ll take some kind of a stand
We can’t be loosing the fight
It ain’t right!
We’ve inalienable rights

Take me up to Old Panamint’s glitter
To the golden streams and a host of critters
Heal my soul

Take me up to Old Panamint’s meadows
Where the canyon stream is choked by willows
I want to feel like I’m whole

Like a sour dough
In times of old
I want to go for the gold

I want to hike
Up where I like
I want to go and behold

Take me up to Old Panamint’s beauty
Where the air is clean and its chimney sooty
Heal my soul

Take me up to Old Panamint’s graveyard
Where the miners lived
And the sourdoughs died hard
Oh, let me please rest my bones

Take me up
Shake me up
I, want to see what is shown

I want to see
It’s history
Oh, Huey please make it known

I want to be
Back in 1873
Oh, oh where’s the gold?

Take me up to Old Panamint City
To the grassy steams
And the flowers so pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home

If truth be told
I want its gold
Oh, let it please heal my soul
Yeah, Huey
Yeah