This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag, And it's looked on Outside as an alien, Where its treatment makes honest men gag. It's treated the same as the harlot...
A man that's spent years knocking round "out in front" Has most usually had lots of pals-- He's mixed up with pardners at various times And he's had his affairs with the gals....
My trade was old when the world was new, Ere the pyramids rose by the Nile Men quitted their wives, and gave me their goods For the warmth of my kiss, and my smile. For never was wife who could hold her man...
Along in early spring time, as the sun starts swinging North To linger with the land it loves, and violets peep forth, When the water starts to running thru the riffle blocks at noon...
Why is it Alaskans all come back When they've quit this land for good? Why is it that no man stays away When he's sworn to his friends he would? Where lies the grip this country hath...