Rita MacNeil - North to Alaska Lyrics
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North to Alaska
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What Are The Lyrics For North to Alaska By Rita MacNeil?
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of ninety-two
With George Pratt his partner and brother Billy too They crossed the Yukon river and they found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain Just a little south-east of Nome Sam crossed the Majestic mountains to the valleys far below He talked to his team of huskies As he mushed on through the snow With the northen lights a-runnin' wild In the land of the midnight sun Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man In the year of nineteen-one Where the river is windin' big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska go north the rush is on North to Alaska go north the rush is on George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Jenny's hand 'Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time Remember Sam a true love is so hard to find I'd build for my Jenny a honeymoon home Below that old white mountain Just a little south-east of Nome Where the river is windin' big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska go north the rush is on North to Alaska go north the rush is on |
Who Wrote North to Alaska By Rita MacNeil?
Mike Phillips
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What's The Duration Of The North to Alaska By Rita MacNeil?The duration of North to Alaska is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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