Klondike Songtext
von McGuinness Flint

Walking on the slip in the early morning
Rain falling from the sky
And I sigh, at the thought of it
I die, just a little bit
I got one foot in the grave
And the other foot in the yard


My folks told me, "Son, you got to find a trade"
So I tried, I was not content
And the time, it was idly spent
Dreaming of the days
While the Klondike paved my way

I built ships, I built dreams
While the Klondike worked at sea
Oh, John, John, I know you think I′m wrong
But you saw harder times
When you had to stand in line
Thinking of the children
Living on the breadline


I'm a seagull, I got wings upon my back
I can fly, oh, and I′m gonna try
If I waste another day
The Klondike is my grave