From the mists of time to Aklavik in July, Came a trapper to the banks of the rat river Albert Johnson, set up camp And soon he tampered with traps Mischief would go unanswered, And mounties followed in his steps Refusing to be watched, the trapper made his point The mounties returned two days later unready to fight One man gunned down, the trapper in dangerous now They return to their homes to summon their fellows The trapper must be caught! He could see them coming, down the path The rat river trapper was on the attack . Nine armed men, explosives in hand, and a score of dogs In his foxhole, He would hold them off Leave home, destined for the woodlands and the winds Wisdom, knowing what must be done to live Hunted, through the wild like a wounded animal, Withstand, the elements and conquer the mountain Unlikely hero The trapper withstood them all Following the caribou tracks, The trapper would go unnoticed His only deviation from his methods Would be his downfall Caught by surprise, He was gunned down, shot nine times Ended, will surviveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
