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アーティスト:Hank Snow  アルバム:Tales Of The Yukon 

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The man above was a murderer the man below was a thief And I lay there in the bunk between ailing beyond belief A weary armful of skin and bone wasted with pain and grief My feet were froze and the lifeless toes were purple and green and gray The little flesh that clung to my bones you could punch it in holes like clay The skin on my gums was a sullen black and slowly peeling away I was sure enough in a direful fix and often I wondered why They did not take the chance that was left and leave me alone to die Or finish me off with a dose of dope so utterly lost was I But no they brewed me the green-spruce tea and nursed me there like a child And the homicide he was good to me and bathed my sores and smiled And the thief he starved that I might be fed and his eyes were kind and mild Yet they were woefully wicked men and often at night in pain I heard the murderer speak of his deed and dream it over again I heard the poor thief sorrowing for the dead self he had slain I'll never forget that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray When they wrapped me round in the skins of beasts and bore me to a sleigh And we started out with the nearest post a hundred miles away I'll never forget the trail they broke with its tense unuttered woe And the crunch crunch crunch as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow snow


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