Stan Rogers – Canol Road (Guitar)

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Well you could see it in his eyes as they strained against the night

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And the bone-white-knuckled grip upon the road

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Sixty-five miles into town, and a winter’s thirst to drown

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A winter still with two months left to go

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His eyes are too far open, his grin too hard and sore

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His shoulders too far high to bring relief

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But the Kopper King is hot, even if the band is not

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And it sure beats shooting whiskey-jacks and trees

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Then he laughs and says, “It didn’t get me this time, not tonight

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I wasn’t screaming when I hit the door.”

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But his hands on the tabletop, will their shaking never stop

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Those hands sweep the bottles to the floor

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Now he’s a bear in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bay

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And springtime thunder in his sudden roar

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With one wrong word he burns, and the table’s overturned

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When he’s finished there’s a dead man on the floor

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Well, they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross

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With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to go

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But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s Crossing

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Now he’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road

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He’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road

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In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below

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Well, it’s God’s own neon green above the mountains here tonight

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Throwing brittle coloured shadows on the snow

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It’s four more hours til dawn, and the gas is almost gone

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And that bitter Yukon wind begins to blow

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Now you can see it in his eyes as they glitter in the light

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And the bone-white rime of frost around his brow

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Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter has won

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And he’s got his cure for cabin fever now

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Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross

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With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to go

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But they hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s Crossing

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Found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road

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They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road

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In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below

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They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road