Am C Am C [Verse]Am Em G D Well you could see it in his eyes as they strained against the nightAm Em C And the bone-white-knuckled grip upon the roadG D Em C Sixty-five miles into town, and a winter’s thirst to drownG Am D A winter still with two months left to goAm Em G D His eyes are too far open, his grin too hard and soreAm Em C His shoulders too far high to bring reliefG D Em C But the Kopper King is hot, even if the band is notG Am D And it sure beats shooting whiskey-jacks and trees [Bridge]Am C Am C [Verse]Am Em G D Then he laughs and says, “It didn’t get me this time, not tonightAm Em C I wasn’t screaming when I hit the door.”G D Em C But his hands on the tabletop, will their shaking never stopG Am D Those hands sweep the bottles to the floorAm Em G D Now he’s a bear in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bayAm Em C And springtime thunder in his sudden roarG D Em C With one wrong word he burns, and the table’s overturnedG Am D When he’s finished there’s a dead man on the floor [Chorus]G Am D Well, they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and CarcrossG Am D With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to goAm Em C But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s CrossingG Am D Now he’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol roadG Am D He’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol roadG Am D In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below [Bridge]Am C Am C [Verse]Am Em G D Well, it’s God’s own neon green above the mountains here tonightAm Em C Throwing brittle coloured shadows on the snowG D Em C It’s four more hours til dawn, and the gas is almost goneG Am D And that bitter Yukon wind begins to blowAm Em G D Now you can see it in his eyes as they glitter in the lightAm Em C And the bone-white rime of frost around his browG D Em C Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter has wonG Am D And he’s got his cure for cabin fever now [Chorus]G Am D Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and CarcrossG Am D With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to goAm Em C But they hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s CrossingG Am D Found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol roadG Am D They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol roadG Am D In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below [Outro]G Am D They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
Canol Road
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