Long White River - Gas Huffer

Pack your duffle and your ditty bag,

Here we go

Say goodbye to everything you know

It’s a long white river,

That we’re bound to row

Tell your people that you’ll try to write,

Let them wail

Even though you know it’s a lie,

Where you’re headed now

They don’t deliver mail

The guide’s decided that he’s going home,

It’s too far

Captain says there’s nothing we should fear,

We can find our way by looking at the stars

Leather’s tasty now the dogs are gone,

Carry on

It’s november now and we got rags for boots,

Got a sinking this feeling this map,

Is wrong

Spring has broken and the ice is gone,

Sweet relief

Eating every little bug and nut,

There’s nothig left of us

But our eyes and teeth

Now we’re standing at the end of land,

Don’t you see

There’s nothing left for us to do right now,

But row this old canoe out to the open sea