Old tunes, new lyrics

To the tune of that old Johnny Horton classic:

Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the race is on.
North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the race is on.

Old Joe dreamed of racing in the year of seventy two,
With Dorothy Page, his partner, and Susan Butcher, too.
They mushed the Yukon River and found the dog team homes.
Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome.

Joe crossed the majestic mountains to the villages far below.
He talked to the native elders and their huskies on the snow.
With the northern lights a-running wild in the land of the midnight sun,
Yes, Joe Redington was a mighty man in the year of seventy-one.

Where the moose are shying,Great dog teams are flying.
North to Alaska,They're goin' North, the race is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,They're goin' North, the race is on.
North to Alaska,They're goin' North, the race is on.

Joe turned to Susan with his leaders in his hand,
Said: "Susan you're a-lookin' at a dreaming, crazy man.
"I'd trade all the gold the sourdoughs ever panned,
"For one small chance to race across this bold and frozen land."

'Cos a man needs a good team to take him down the trail.
"Remember, Susan, a true team will never let you fail.
"Build for your huskies a loving, sheltered home.
"Below the great white mountain, further south-east of Nome."

Where the moose are shying,Great dog teams are flying.
North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the race is on.
North to Alaska, They're goin' North, the race is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)



More of this kind nonsense later.....