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Sam Magee - Johnny Horton
There's a valley
By the old north pold
Where old sam mcgee
Died in search of gold
Where ever I wander
In memories
I see the smoke
From the pipe of sam mcgee
He sees the smoke
From the pipe of sam mcgee
We had wandered way up there above the klondike
Where we found the mighty mountain made of gold
There old sam he got sick and made me promise
That if he die I wouldn't leave him in that cold
That if he die wouldn't leave him in that cold
The next morning he was cold
And stiff and lifeless
So I dragged him forty days upon my sled
'Till I found a pile of driftwood in the valley
It was there I've got the notion in my head
It was there he got the notion in his head
I took out my matches
And I builded a fire
And I laid old sam upon the funeral pyre
He sat up a grinnin'
With his pipe in his mouth
He sang ho ho
This is mighty like the south
He sang ho ho
This is mighty like the south
The flames around him
Had a heavenly glow
And the northern lights was just one big rainbow
He sat there a grinnin'
With his pipe in his mouth
He sang ho ho
This is mighty like the south
He sang ho ho
This is mighty like the south
