Home To Alaska

(الألبوم: It's In Everyone Of Us - 1975)

I'm going home to Nome, Alaska
Baby, don't you want to go?
They got gobs and gobs and piles o' snow
And the seals are baying low

I'm getting out of New York City
Shovel in a pile for me
I been gone and gone out in the city
'Laska is the place to be
Ba, da, bow, bum, bum-bum, yeah, yeah
Ba, da, bow, bum, bum-bum, yeah, yeah

Come build me a cold man
Out of some snow and
And we'll numb our feet
Won't be no traffic
'Cause there ain't no street
I'll make the supper
Whale meat and blubber
And we'll chew the fat
Imagine a hot kiss in a place like that

I'm going home to Nome, Alaska
I'm gonna make a sled o' logs
I got styrafoamy ear muffins on me
With flaps to let me hear the dogs
Yeah, yeah

How can you tell when
You been a-selling
Your heart and mind
To the machinery
And the coffee grind
It's when you have boggles
Fog up your goggles
And blow out your hair
Heavenly Nanook
Alaska's there

Home, home, home to Alaska
High syndrome for Alaska
Ain't no phone
In Alaska