off at dawn of day You know what it's like in the Yukon wild when it's sixty-nine below When the ice-worms wriggle their purple heads through the crust
the Speak' Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth But you couldn't hold it down And you broke up a damn good fight Ligging at the Old
off at dawn of day. You know what it's like in the Yukon wild when it's sixty-nine below; When the ice-worms wriggle their purple heads through the crust
