Calfskin boots on my feet
They creek along the wooden floorboards of this cabin for another round on the rocks
The fellas in the smoke shed are the only company south of Fairbanks
The second hand gives me a familiar headache
The darts conclude a long and hard day's work
The darts conclude a long and hard day's work
This Alaskan solstice has my spirit saddlesore
The land of the midnight sun they call it
Every hour in this light has me weary for a proper rest
The land of the midnight sun they call it
Every hour in this light has me weary for a proper rest
This wilderness is welded together by these rails
To which I find my time spent riding
Brown mane dancing behind me as the whistle blows
My heart, once gold, is now a rusted iron
And these are sinning hands
This Alaskan vice is the ace in the hole
My chest is heavy and burns inside from another bender
And in this quiet mire, I stare out these train windows
Wishing I was yonder, in the safety of true love's arms
--
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZmxZThb084
To which I find my time spent riding
Brown mane dancing behind me as the whistle blows
My heart, once gold, is now a rusted iron
And these are sinning hands
This Alaskan vice is the ace in the hole
My chest is heavy and burns inside from another bender
And in this quiet mire, I stare out these train windows
Wishing I was yonder, in the safety of true love's arms
--
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZmxZThb084
