Gold rush (feat. cherryholmes)

It was 1898 near the yukon river There walked a man out there in the cold On the chillkoot trail he's headed for the white pass With the hope of having luck to find some gold Despite of winter chill he started to climb With iron will he got up through the snow God showed it getting cold (?) upon the mountain When you don't have a place where you belong He got down on his knees in that cold white snow And he couldn't see another soul around He thought of those sweet summer nights in georgia As he watched the northern lights go down Then he found his strength to look for shelter And he built a fire that he lit And the two old mules he travelled with (HOOK) And the cold wind moaned and echoed through the pines It was a hard man's work working in those minds Many tried in vain 'cos the times were tough Thoe days during the gold rush Winter turned to spring and he built himself a cabin Near the yukon river banks out in the woods Oh, life was hard in klondike, alaska But he did the best a young gold-miner could The years they passed him by and his search was in vain But he still felt the call of the wild So he stayed there by that mighty river For 57 years until he died (HOOK)