| There’s a place on the Yukon river, called the Carriboux Saloon
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| Where the miners go, to spend their gold
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| An' listen to the sad, sweet tune
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| Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Yukon Rose
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| They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to Pierre
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| LeBoux
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| They say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age
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| Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer
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| Like a bird in a guilded cage
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| Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged Pierre for her Rose’s hand
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| Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land
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| Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
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| And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow
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| Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'…or could it be the sound of the
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| Yukon Rose
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| Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by
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| And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart
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| Was touched by Rose’s lulaby
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| So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare
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| But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly hair
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| Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom
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| An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the room
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| Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it’s right
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| 'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night
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| Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
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| An' the cold North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow
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| Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'…
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| Or could it be the song of the Yukon Rose…
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| Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped
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| He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot
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| He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began
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| An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the tall strange man
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| Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t’wards the stage
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| And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with rage
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| An' then with just one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor
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| The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the door
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| No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows
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| But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. |
| Of bigfoot in the snow
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| Some say she probably died that winter, she must have I s’pose
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| But just last night under the Northern Lights
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| I heard the song of the Yukon Rose
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| Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
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| And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow
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| Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'…
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| Or could it be the song of the Yukon Rose |