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Gathered around, some bar, some town
One More in an endless string of days
Freedom’s just a dream that not many men have seen
Those that do they try to drink the though away
What would you say if I told you about a place
Where you could reach down and pull gold right out the creek?
You’d better choose fast this could be your only chance
Let it pass you’ll be forever blue and weak
Come on boys, there’s gold to be found
Hiding under northern ground
We’ve got the plan, if you’ve got willing hands
And there’s nothing left for you in your hometown
You could turn your life around
Take a boat to a place where there’s no roads
See the footprints of a hundred thousand men
Start the trail with a hundred miles up hill
There’ll be a thousand more until you reach the end
There were no claims left to stake when most men reached the place
Where the Klondike and the Yukon rivers flow
Whiskey, whores, and thieves and Canadian police
Thirty thousand men without a hope
Sorry boys, there’s nothing to be found
And you’re standing on somebody else’s ground
Make what you can digging for another man
You might be awhile in town
Or you can turn your ass around
It all happened so fast, like the burning of a match
And it faded just as quick as it began
For a hundred years and more, we all heard the tale and swore
That never would they take us in again
But the fisheries collapsed and the factories hit the tracks
And all the little farms are getting sold
And I heard about a place they pay five hundred bucks a day
Just for sitting in a loader digging holes
Come on boys, there’s black gold to be found
Hiding in Alberta ground
We’ve got the plan if you’ve got willing hands
And there’s nothing left of your hometown
You could turn your life around
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