Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Frost on my blanket roll Breath hanging hard in the dawn Boot prints vanish in the drift But I keep dragging on Canvas pack cuttin' my shoulders Ice on the beard of my chin Every creek a silver promise Every ridge says turn back again [Chorus] I’m headed over these mountains Up where the air runs thin Snow trying hard to stop me Wind clawing at my skin All for a glint in a pan Out past the cold and the pity I’ll bleed my hands through the Yukon To strike the earth in Dawson City [Verse 2] Sled dogs howlin’ for shelter Tin cup froze to my glove Moose tracks ghost in the timber Ravens circlin’ above Cards in a lamp-lit tent Men talk rich in their sleep Come morning half will turn south But my fear’s buried too deep [Chorus] I’m headed over these mountains Up where the air runs thin Snow trying hard to stop me Wind clawing at my skin All for a glint in a pan Out past the cold and the pity I’ll bleed my hands through the Yukon To strike the earth in Dawson City [Bridge] White pass Dead men’s tales Names carved low in the pines Ice fog Broken rails Boot soles worn to the lines If the river takes my body Or the cold steals my breath clean Let ‘em say I chased that river All the way to my last dream (hey!) [Chorus] I’m headed over these mountains Up where the air runs thin Snow trying hard to stop me Wind clawing at my skin All for a glint in a pan Out past the cold and the pity I’ll bleed my hands through the Yukon To strike the earth in Dawson City
Tags
Dusty folk-Americana with male vocals, brushed snare and upright bass locked to a steady stomp. Fingerpicked acoustic and resonator guitar carry the verses; chorus widens with fiddle swells, gang vocals, and boot-stomp accents. Energy starts intimate and weary, then swells into a roughshod, triumphant shout-along by the final chorus.
Duration
2:54
Instrumental
No
Created
2/7/2026