THE LUCKY ONES
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LYRICS
FOOL'S GOLD
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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SNOWFLAKES IN THE SUN
It’s cold and I ain’t used to it because it’s been warm awhile
Too long since I’ve seen the light of day
The sun goes down real early now and I’m waking pretty late
But we both never fail to rise back up again
You’ll go crazy thinking about the past
You’ll lose your mind, trying to forget
So carry on, there’s nothing to be done
It’s all gone like snowflakes in the sun
The city’s frozen solid and the exhaust hangs in the air
Just hovering like a ghost of yesterday
Like the snow upon the concrete, so deep beneath my feet,
Seems her memory is moving in to stay
You’ll go crazy thinking about the past
You’ll lose your mind, trying to forget
So carry on, there’s nothing to be done
It’s all gone like snowflakes in the sun
There must be a dozen places I would rather be
Than downtown Whitehorse in the winter
Just wandering through these empty streets and freezing to the bone
But I was colder when I was with her
Still every step I take in town reminds me of her face
The times we had and the ways that I went wrong
But the ravens talking at me while they’re flying overhead
Make me think it might be time for moving on
You’ll go crazy thinking about the past
You’ll lose your mind, trying to forget
So carry on, there’s nothing to be done
It’s all gone like snowflakes in the sun
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THE OLD 98
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It’s darker than sin when you walk through the door
Of that old one-room bar with the uneven floor
The fireplace is burning and the lights are down low
Around nine in the mornings a good time to go
Find a stool at the bar, sit yourself down
If you ring that old bell, you’ll be buying a round
Don’t ask for no tab, don’t hold up the line
It’s cash on the bar, one drink at a time
It’s a lowdown, it’s broke down,
A reminder of what used to be life in this town
There ain’t too much that time will not change
But they’re still holding on at the old ‘98
Most folks that you see here come in everyday
Some folks ain’t allowed to but they try anyway
They’re in from the Junction, or down from Old Crow,
Or hitchhiked from Carcross at forty below
It’s a lowdown, it’s broke down,
A reminder of what used to be life in this town
There ain’t too much that time will not change
But they’re still holding on at the old ‘98
Most times there’s laughing, sometimes there’s fights
There’s Joe Loutchan fiddling if its Thursday tonight
There’s guns on the ceiling and furs on the wall
And a picture of Barney looks down on it all
And it’s a lowdown, it’s broke down,
A reminder of what life used to be in this town
There ain’t to much that time will not change
But they’re still holding on at the old ‘98
Yea they’re still going strong at the old ‘98
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WAITING ON A PAYCHEQUE
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I’ve been working, I’ve been playing
I’ve been working, but I’m still saying
I’m a little short, a little short today
So just lend me some money and I’ll be on my way
I just got paid, but it ain’t too clear
Where my money’s gone, how did it all disappear?
I woke up broke, so if you wouldn’t mind
Just buy me a beer, and I’ll get you back in time
‘Cause I’m waiting on a paycheque, when I get it I will pay you back
For loaning me the funds I lacked, I’m waiting on a paycheque
I’m waiting on a paycheque, when I get it I will get you back
For buying me the beer I didn’t have, I’m waiting on a paycheque
Well I just made rent, I had a couple of bucks
I went downtown, but now I’m down on my luck
It’s the same old song, it happens again and again
So won’t you lift me up, and won’t you help me out my friend?
‘Cause I’m waiting on a paycheque, when I get it I will pay you back
For loaning me the funds I lacked, I’m waiting on a paycheque
I’m waiting on a paycheque, when I get it I will get you back
For buying me the beer I didn’t have, I’m waiting on a paycheque
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EVERYBODY DANCE
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Everybody dance, Everybody dance
I take my hat off, give you one more chance
Everybody sing, everybody sing
I sit right down here, give you a diamond ring
I’m not even angry, feeling misunderstood
So darling let your hair fall down
Feeling bad, ain’t feeling too good
Let’s go outside, let’s go outside
It’s a beautiful evening, let’s go for a drive
Look at all the trees, look at all the trees
All the pretty lights, lit up for you and me
I’m not even angry, feeling misunderstood
So darling let your hair fall down
Feeling bad, ain’t feeling too good
Just count to ten, just count to ten
We can start all over, try to do it again
I’m not even angry, feeling misunderstood
So darling let your hair fall down
Feeling bad, ain’t feeling too good
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SINCE THE FARM GOT SOLD
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Hear that midnight train, coming down the track
Here it comes, if I get on I’m never coming back
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Ever since the farm got sold
Well my daddy was a farmer, my grandad he was too
I was one, but not for long, there was nothing I could do
A letter came that said the bank foreclosed
And then the farm got sold
I couldn’t catch a break and I couldn’t catch the rain
The crops all died, the well went dry, and that’s when the banker came
He said sometimes it’s just the way it goes
And then the farm got sold
Babies, little babies, three babies and my wife
They’re sitting home waiting on me thinking I’ll be back tonight
Guess they’re gonna wake up all alone
Ever since the farm got sold
I couldn’t catch a break and I couldn’t catch the rain
The crops all died, the well went dry, and that’s when the banker came
He said sometimes it’s just the way it goes
And then the farm got sold
Well hear that midnight train, smoking down the line
Every mile it goes it gets a little farther from my mind
Guess it just ain’t in my blood to roam
Even though the farm got sold
Lord I’m gonna make my way back home
Even though the farm got sold
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WISH
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It’s cold in these trenches, snow’s driving down
It’s piling up inches, that blood tainted ground
Wish I had whiskey, I wish I had rum
Should never have been here, should never have come
I ain’t seen my family, in two-hundred days
Queenstown couldn’t kill me, we left Blackrock ablaze
I don’t know why I bother, I don’t know why I care
Should never have come here, should have never left there
I walked in there blindly, unawares, unprepared
The cannon and grapeshot, few to be spared
On the way to them rapids, the Redman brought the fight
Our blue blood lay waste there, on our lone Savior’s night
Wish I had whiskey, I wish I had rum
Should never have been here, should never have come
Now I lay here bloody, froze deep through my bones
I weep for my loved ones, Kentucky my home
I wish for my family, a warm Christmas sun
I wish to our Lord, how I wish I could come
Wish I had whiskey, I wish I had rum
Should never have been here, should never have come
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DRUNKEN GOODNIGHT
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Babe I’m gonna get gone, I got my boots on
Now all I gotta find is the door
Because I can’t stand to hear you taking his lip
Son of bitch, I’d like to knock him to the floor
I didn’t come here looking for no trouble
Lord knows that it’s a small small town
And I’d take a swing if it was just the one thing
But it ain’t, and word gets around
You might say it ain’t my place, who’s to say?
Between the both of us I’d guess you’re probably right
I don’t understand, why you hang around with him
but you know you got the right
I shouldn’t think so much when I’ve been drinking
I sure as hell ain’t trying to shine you on
It’s just any fool could see, he just ain’t the kind you need
As for me, I just wanted you to know
Babe I’m gonna get gone, I got my boots on
I gotta ways to walk to make it home tonight
I might’ve said too much, you know that’s tough
between the both of us we’ll forget it all by daylight
It’s just a word from an old friend to another,
I like to see you do the best that you can do
You go do what you like, darling, I’ll just say goodnight
It’s alright, and it’s been nice to see you too
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