Canol Road
Stan Rogers
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Well you could Amsee it in his Emeyes_ as they Gstrained against the Dnight_
And the Ambone-white-knuckled Emgrip_ upon the Croad_
Sixty-Gfive miles_ into Dtown_ and a Emwinter's_ thirst to Cdrown_
A Gwinter_ still with Amtwo months_ left_ to Dgo_
His Ameyes_ are too far Emopen_ his Ggrin too hard and Dsore_
His Amshoulders too far_ Emhigh_ to bring relCief_
But the GKopper_ King is Dhot_ e_-ven Emif the band_ is Cnot_
And it Gsure beats shooting_ Amwhiskey-jacks_ and_ Dtrees_
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Then he Amlaughs_ and says "It Emdidn't get me Gthis time_ not toDnight_
I Amwasn't screaming Emwhen I_ hit the Cdoor"_
But his Ghands on the tableDtop_ will_ their_ Emshaking_ never Cstop_
Those_ Ghands_ sweep_ the Ambottles_ to the Dfloor_
Now he's a Ambear_ in a blood-red Emmackinaw with Ghungry dogs at Dbay_
And Amspringtime thunder Emin his_ sudden Croar_
With Gone wrong word he Dburns_ and the Emtable's_ overCturned_
When he's_ Gfinished_ there's a Amdead man on the Dfloor_
Well_ they Gwatched for him in AmCarmacks_ Haines_ and DCarcross_
With GTeslin blocked there's Amnowhere_ else_ to Dgo_
But he_ Amhit_ the four-wheel-Emdrive in Johnson's CCrossing_
Now he's Gthirty-eight miles Amup_ the Canol Droad_
He's Gthirty-eight miles Amup_ the Canol Droad_
In the GSalmon Range_ at Amfor_-ty-eight_ Dbelow_
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Well_ it's AmGod's own neon Emgreen_ above the Gmountains_ here Dtonight_
Throwing_ Ambrittle_ coloured_ Emshadows_ on the Csnow_
It's Gfour more hours til Ddawn_ and the Emgas is almost Cgone_
And that Gbitter_ Yukon_ Amwind_ begins_ to Dblow__
Now you can Amsee it in his Emeyes_ as they Gglitter_ in theD light_
And the Ambone-white rime of Emfrost_ around his Cbrow_
Too Glate the dawn_ has_ Dcome_ that EmYukon_ winter has Cwon_
And he's Ggot his cure_ for Amcabin_ fever Dnow_
Well they Gwatched_ for him in AmCarmacks_ Haines_ and DCarcross_
With GTeslin blocked there's Amnowhere else_ to Dgo_
But they Amhit_ the four-wheel-Emdrive in Johnson's CCrossing_
Found him Gthirty-eight miles Amup_ the Canol Droad_
They found him Gthirty-eight miles Amup_ the Canol Droad_
In the GSalmon Range at Amfor_-ty-eight_ beDlow_
They found him Gthirty-eight miles Amup_ the Canol Droad_
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