Klondike

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