| The trapper man’s in from the hinterlands
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| Filth and grease on his clothes and hands
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| From the outermost, the farthermost
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| Comes riding in to the trading post
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| Got a pack horse loaded up with hides
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| Steps in to see the man inside
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| I got furs, skins, a little meat too
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| Here, I got a good piece just for you
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| You take this home to give the wife
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| The trapper draws his skinning knife
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| Now the fat man’s desk is a butcher’s block
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| The trapper cuts the meat and talks
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| You’re gonna lose your shirt on a nowhere man
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| Lose your shirt in nowhere land
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| Back out there is my country
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| And you best let this trapper be the trapper
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| You need the trapper man
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| The trapper man
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| If you don’t want to be where lightning strikes
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| Better let me work the way I like
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| You don’t want to know how I fill my sacks
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| You go out there you don’t come back
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| You got nature red in tooth and claw
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| And you ain’t got no rule of law
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| And if you don’t know nature’s way
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| All that’s gonna stop you being the prey is the trapper
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| You need the trapper man
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| The trapper man
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| You wanna wear them gems and rings
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| You wanna show off them shiny things
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| Shake your money maker, bro
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| Where the movers and the shakers go
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| You wanna go do what you do
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| Let the gold and silver come to you
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| I need you but you need me
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| So you best let this trapper be the trapper
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| You need the trapper man
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| The trapper man
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| When he’s done his thing and gone his way
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| The fat men light cigars and say
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| «Holy smokes did you see that?
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| We all made money on the trapper cat»
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| Sit back in their big ass chairs
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| Say, «Boys, that is the man right there»
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| I’m the lifeline for your big soft ass
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| It’s the trapper puts it in first class, the trapper
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| You need the trapper man
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| The trapper man |