[Lyric] The Cremation Of Sam McGee (Deer Creek Boys)

[Verse 1]
Now, Sam McGee was from Tennessee
Where the cotton blooms and blows
Well, he left his home, and moved south to roam
'Round the pole God only knows
He was always cold, but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spill
And often sang in his homely way
He'd rather live deep down in Hell

[Verse 2]
A pal's last need is a thing to heed
So I swore that I would not fail
We started on at the streak of dawn
But, God, he looked ghastly pale
He crouched on the sling, and he raved all day
Of his home way back in Tennessee
Before nightfall, corpse was all
That was left of old Sam McGee

[Verse 3]
Now my promisе made was now left unpayed
And thе trail has its own stern coat
In the days to come, though, my lips were numb
In my heart, I cursed that low
In the long, long, night in the lone firelight
While the huskies 'rounded a ring
And out there rose to the homeless nose
Oh, God, how I know that thing
[Verse 4]
And every day, that quiet clang
Seemed to heavier grow
And all I went, though the dogs were spent
And the grub was gettin' low
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad
But I swore that I would not give in
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing
And it hearkened with a grin

[Verse 5]
And I came on the marge of old lake La Barge
And a derelict, there did lay
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw with a trice
It was called the Alice Main
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit
Then I looked down and my frozen chum
Then here said I, with a sudden cry
"Here's my crematorium!"

[Verse 6]
I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with this gristly fear
But the stars came out, and they danced about
Arrogant, I ventured near
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said
"I'll just take a peep inside."
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked
Then the door swung open wide
[Verse 7]
And there sat Sam, cool at core
And the heart of the furnace roared
And he wore a smile you could see a mile
And he said, "Please close that door
It's fine in hear, but I greatly fear
That you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plaintree down in Tennessee
It's the first time that I have been warm."

[Verse 8]
There were strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil forgo
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold
The northern lights have seen strange sights
But the strangest I ever did see
Was the night on the marge of old Lake La Barge
I cremated Sam Hill McGee...