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Sittinâ in a café along about halfway on the all weather route
Drinkinâ coffee black in a Lode King hat and a Marlboro hangin from his mouth
He said âIâm done this is my last run Iâm cashinâ in my snow chains
Iâve done ten and eight on the road of slate and I ainât gonna do it againâ
Iâve seen âem come and Iâve seen âem go two time and double back
All the way to Ft. Macpherson, blowinâ smoke from both of my stacks
Iâve done my time on the DEW line as a lonesome highway wrangler
And Iâm tired of growinâ my mutton chops like a Yukon Riverboat gambler
Through the ice and the snow at fourty below I barrel right through the storm
Across the arctic circle white knuckle âtill my gears are worn
And the damned old Dempster Highway couldnât get the best of me
Way up on top of the world truckinâ on the Kamakaze
Skagway Sue with the wolf tatoo she put a little chew in her lip
She tucked away the can of Copenhagen Brand and said âIve been tryinâ to quitâ
But the nicotine like the eagle plains gets right into your blood
And Iâm hooked on the tone of the big Macâs groan growlinâ down in the mud
Sheâd be the first to tell of the curse of the diesel and the alloy steel
On the right-of-way to Mackenzie Bay thereâs a magnetic pull on the wheel
Thereâs strange things done in the midnight sun by those who plow the roads
So say a prayer on a jacknife rig and keep the treads underneath your loads
Through the ice and the snow at fourty below I barrel right through the storm
Across the arctic circle white knuckle âtill my gears are worn
And the damned old Dempster Highway couldnât get the best of me
Way up on top of the world truckinâ on the Kamakaze
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The coffee now was down to the grounds and the talk was a-gettingâ low
Thereâs a blown valve on the number 12 came the crackle on the radio
If youâre goinâ South you better go now before the North takes a hold
You better think quick âcause up in Inuvik theyâre waitinâ for the big wheels to roll
Through the ice and the snow at fourty below I barrel right through the storm
Across the arctic circle white knuckle âtill my gears are worn
And the damned old Dempster Highway couldnât get the best of me
Way up on top of the world truckinâ on the Kamakaze
Way up on top of the world truckinâ on the Kamakaze