Stan Rogers - Canol road

Well you could ^Amsee it in his e^Emyes as they st^Grained against the n^Dight And the b^Amone-white-knuckled gr^Emip upon the r^Coad Sixty-fiv^Ge miles into to^Dwn, and a win^Emter’s thirst to dr^Cown A win^Gter still with t^Amwo months left to go^D

His e^Amyes are too far o^Empen, his g^Grin too hard and so^Dre His sh^Amoulders too far ^Emhigh to bring rel^Cief But the K^Gopper King is h^Dot, even ^Emif the band is n^Cot And it su^Gre beats shooting wh^Amiskey-jacks and tre^Des

Then he la^Amughs and says “It d^Emidn’t get me th^Gis time, not toni^Dght I was^Amn’t screaming w^Emhen I hit the do^Cor.” But his h^Gands on the tablet^Dop, will their sh^Emaking never s^Ctop Those h^Gands sweep the bo^Amttles to the flo^Dor

Now he’s a b^Amear in a blood-red ^Emmackinaw with ^Ghungry dogs at b^Day And spr^Amingtime thunder ^Emin his sudden ro^Car With o^Gne wrong word he b^Durns, and the ta^Emble’s overtu^Crned When he’s f^Ginished there’s a d^Amead man on the flo^Dor

Well they w^Gatched for him in C^Amarmacks, Haines, and Ca^Drcross With T^Geslin blocked there’s ^Amnowhere else to g^Do But he h^Amit the four-wheel-^Emdrive in Johnson’s Cr^Cossing Now he’s thi^Grty-eight miles ^Amup the Canol ro^Dad He’s th^Girty-eight miles ^Amup the Canol ro^Dad In the S^Galmon Range at f^Amorty-eight bel^Dow

Well it’s G^Amod’s own neon g^Emreen above the m^Gountains here ton^Dight Throwing br^Amittle coloured s^Emhadows on the sno^Cw It’s fo^Gur more hours ^Dtil dawn, and the ^Emgas is almost go^Cne And that b^Gitter Yukon w^Amind begins to bl^Dow

Now you can s^Amee it in his ^Emeyes as they gl^Gitter in the l^Dight And the b^Amone-white rime of f^Emrost around his ^Cbrow Too l^Gate the dawn has^D come, that Y^Emukon winter has wo^Cn And he’s g^Got his cure for c^Amabin fever n^Dow

Well they w^Gatched for him in C^Amarmacks, Haines, and Ca^Drcross With T^Geslin blocked there’s ^Amnowhere else to g^Do But he h^Amit the four-wheel-^Emdrive in Johnson’s Cr^Cossing Now he’s thi^Grty-eight miles ^Amup the Canol ro^Dad He’s th^Girty-eight miles ^Amup the Canol ro^Dad In the S^Galmon Range at f^Amorty-eight bel^Dow