Get Up Dogs
                               Guy (Buddy) Tabor 1997
Get up dogs, you ain't tired
In the spirit of this race we can set this trail on fire
You were born unto the race- your dogs are just the same
You were made for the winner's circle, it runs inside your veins

The days of alcohol, it never ruled your mind
You were born a free man, you never were that kind
People watch you because you stand up proud and tall
And that ain't all

In the summertime it's hot, the bugs are in your face
Your mind is on your fishing but your heart is in the race
When the seasons change the snow will set you free
It's the call of the wild, it's the only way to be

As the snow disappears beneath your sleds, you've lost all track of time
An ancient rhythm pounds from a drum somewhere in the back of your mind
The elders sing, the people dance and you go round and round
Into the dream the runners scream as they slide across the ground

Get up dogs, you ain't tired
In the spirit of this race we can set this trail on fire
You were born unto the race- you dogs are just the same
You were made for the winner's circle, it runs inside your veins