WE put three nine sixty one behind
As the night was drawing in
But the wind blew ice shards into our eyes
And we were blinder than the darkest sin.
And we should have stopped and made a camp
ANd let the good dogs rest
But our minds were fixed on the next o' Kay
ANd our hearts was froze in our chests.

Through a dark short night, we trusted to luck
And let Lead Dog find our way,
And we whipped and mushed like crazy fucks
Through that night and into day.
The ice was hard on the runners' sides
And hard on the dogs' cold paws
But they all sensed fire astride those sleds
And no care for nach'l laws.
When the cold long dawn came slowly on
And the black ice was turned to gray
Every driver there was sledding strong
Bound out for the next of Kay.