Lewis and Clark

Just a blue ridge boy in Albemarle

Born to hitch a ride upon a shooting star

With a compass rose pointing towards the sun

Merriweather Lewis hit for Oregon

But that Louisiana Purchase was deep and wide

And nobody had made it to the other side

So he asked George Rogers Clark to paddle upstream

And wander through the woods in an American dream

But the wolves were howling and the stores were spent

And trouble seemed to follow everywhere they went

Lewis and Clark

Lewis and Clark

Loaded up their muskets and they hit the mark

They made a new map of America

But how they made it out alive was a miracle

Up the Mississippi, back in 18-3

With York and Charbonneau and Sacajawea

There was the little Pompey and a big black dog

They rambled and they gambled and they beat the odds

But when the snow piled up on the Bitterroot Valley

They very nearly made their selves a big finale

Lewis and Clark

Lewis and Clark

They loaded up their muskets and they hit the mark

They made a new map of America

But how they made it out alive was a miracle

Well, no doubt about they’d be in their grave

If it wasn’t for the Blackfeet, Crow, Osage

Spokane, Cheyenne, and the Flathead

Without a little help

They might as well have lay down dead

Then one morning just before the dawn

Where the mighty Columbia rolls along

They saw a great big sea and they knew right then

That Lewis and Clark were going home again

Oh but the legend lives on and it was more than lucky

For them boys from Virginia and Old Kentucky

Lewis and Clark

Lewis and Clark

Loaded up their muskets and they hit the mark

They made a new map of America

But how they made it out alive was a miracle

Whoah Lewis and Clark

Lewis and Clark

Went into the wilderness and left a mark

They ought to make a whole dang national park

Just to tell the story of Lewis and Clark