《The Greatest Cowboy Of Them All(Album Version)》歌词

[00:00:00] There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun

[00:00:03] By the men who moil for gold

[00:00:06] The arctic trails have their secret tales

[00:00:09] That would make your blood run cold

[00:00:12] The northern lights have seen queer sights

[00:00:15] But the queerest they ever did see

[00:00:17] Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge

[00:00:20] I cremated Sam McGee

[00:00:23] Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee

[00:00:26] Where the cotton blooms and blows

[00:00:28] Why he left his home in the south to roam

[00:00:31] 'Round the pole God only knows

[00:00:33] He was always cold but the land of gold

[00:00:36] Seemed to hold him like a spell

[00:00:38] Though he'd often say in his homely way

[00:00:41] That he'd sooner live in Hell

[00:00:44] On a Christmas day we were mushing our way

[00:00:47] Over the Dawson trail

[00:00:49] Talk of your cold through the parka's fold

[00:00:53] It stabbed like a driven nail

[00:00:55] If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze

[00:00:58] 'Til sometimes we couldn't see

[00:01:01] It wasn't much fun but the only one

[00:01:03] To whimper was Sam McGee

[00:01:06] And that very night while we lay packed tight

[00:01:08] In our robes beneath the snow

[00:01:11] And the dogs were fed and the stars o'er head

[00:01:13] Were dancing heel and toe

[00:01:16] He turns to me and "Cap" says he

[00:01:19] "I'll cash in this trip I guess

[00:01:22] And if I do I'm asking that you

[00:01:24] Won't refuse my last request "

[00:01:27] Well he looked so low that I couldn't say no

[00:01:30] Then he says with a sort of a moan

[00:01:33] "It's the cursed cold it's got right hold

[00:01:37] 'Til I'm chilled clean through to the bone

[00:01:40] Yet tain't being dead it's my awful dread

[00:01:43] Of an icy grave that pains

[00:01:46] So I want you to swear that foul or fair

[00:01:50] You'll cremate my last remains "

[00:01:54] Well a friend's last need is a thing to heed

[00:01:58] So I swore I would not fail

[00:02:00] We started on at the streak of dawn

[00:02:02] But God he looked ghastly pale

[00:02:06] He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day

[00:02:09] Of his home in Tennessee

[00:02:11] And before nightfall a corpse was all

[00:02:14] That was left of Sam McGee

[00:02:18] There wasn't a breath in that land of death

[00:02:20] And I hurried on horror driven

[00:02:23] With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid

[00:02:25] Because of a promise given

[00:02:28] It was lashed to the sleigh and it seemed to say

[00:02:30] "You may tax your brawn and brains

[00:02:34] But you promised true and it's up to you

[00:02:37] To cremate these last remains "

[00:02:41] Now a promise made is a debt unpaid

[00:02:44] And the trail has its own stern code

[00:02:47] In the days to come though my lips were numb

[00:02:51] In my heart how I cursed that load

[00:02:54] In the long long night by the lone firelight

[00:02:57] While the huskiers round in a ring

[00:03:00] Howled out their woes to the homeless snows

[00:03:02] Oh God How I loathed the thing

[00:03:06] And every day that quiet clay

[00:03:08] Seemed to heavy and heavier grow

[00:03:11] But on I went though the dogs were spent

[00:03:13] And the grub was getting low

[00:03:15] The trail was bad and I felt half mad

[00:03:18] But I swore I would not give in

[00:03:21] And I'd often sing to the hateful thing

[00:03:24] And it harkened with a grin

[00:03:27] Then I came to the marge of Lake LeBarge

[00:03:30] And a derelict there lay

[00:03:32] It was jammed in the ice but I saw in a trice

[00:03:35] It was called the "Alice May"

[00:03:37] And I looked at it and I thought a bit

[00:03:40] And I looked at my frozen chum

[00:03:42] Then "Here" said I with a sudden cry

[00:03:45] "is my cre-ma-tor-eum "

[00:03:48] Some planks I tore from the cabin floor

[00:03:50] And I lit the boiler fire

[00:03:52] Some coal I found that was lying around

[00:03:55] And I heaped the fuel higher

[00:03:58] The flames just soared and the furnace roared

[00:04:00] Such a blaze you seldom see

[00:04:02] Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal

[00:04:04] And I stuffed in Sam McGee

[00:04:07] Then I made a hike for I didn't like

[00:04:09] To hear him sizzle so

[00:04:11] And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled

[00:04:13] And the wind began to blow

[00:04:15] It was icy cold but the hot sweat rolled

[00:04:18] Down my cheeks and I don't know why

[00:04:21] And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak

[00:04:23] Went streaking down the sky

[00:04:27] I do not know how long in the snow

[00:04:29] I wrestled with grisly fear

[00:04:31] But the stars were out and they danced about

[00:04:34] 'Ere again I ventured near

[00:04:36] I was sick with dread but I bravely said

[00:04:39] "I'll just take a peek inside

[00:04:42] He's probably cooked and it's time I looked "

[00:04:45] Then the door I opened wide

[00:04:47] And there sat Sam looking cold and calm

[00:04:50] In the heart of the furnace roar

[00:04:52] He wore a smile you could see a mile

[00:04:55] And he said "Please close that door

[00:04:56] It's fine in here but I greatly fear

[00:04:59] You'll let in the cold and storm

[00:05:01] Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee

[00:05:05] It's the first time I've been warm "

[00:05:09] There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun

[00:05:11] By the men who moil for gold

[00:05:14] The arctic trails have their secret tales

[00:05:17] That would make your blood run cold

[00:05:19] The northern lights have seen queer sights

[00:05:22] But the queerest they ever did see

[00:05:25] Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge

[00:05:28] I cremated Sam McGee