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Margie, won't you listen to an old man's wish |
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Well, they say it's mighty pretty in Alaska |
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My daddy used to talk about those deep sea fish |
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So there's something, darling, that I wanna ask you |
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So don't you turn me down, don't start now |
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Well, in the morning we would listen to the cattle calling |
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Lowing in the land of Okeechobee |
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Where it's flatter than the cardboard on the carport floor |
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And the cattails seem to wave just like they know me |
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Ah, but Enoch in the tackle shop |
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Goes on about the salmon caught |
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The time he and his brother sailed to Juneau |
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So get in, I'll do the driving |
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And your bag's already packed and in the truck |
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So Margie, get in, put down those dishes |
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Well, the town will see us go if we're in luck |
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So come on, it's Alaska or bust |
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I've been holding down this farm that daddy left me, darling |
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The kids have married off and moved away |
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And the doctor says, I'm healthy for an old man dying |
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I'm well enough to seize a few more days |
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So get in, I'll do the driving |
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And your bag's already packed and in the truck |
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So Margie get it, these bones are dry |
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I've been running, but the cancer's catching up |
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So come on, it's Alaska or bust |
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There were days when I imagined that the clouds were mountains |
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Towering above the rolling ocean |
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And I was sailing on my tractor, turning hay out in the pasture |
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Catching salmon of my own while I was mowing |
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So get in, I'll do the driving |
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And your bag's already packed and in the truck |
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So Margie get in, there's not much time |
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I've been running, but the cancer's catching up |
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Well, the town will see us go if we're in luck |
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So come on, it's Alaska or bust |
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Yeah, it's Alaska or bust |
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So darling don't you turn me down, oh no |
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Don't start now |
