Big River

Big River
Big River
Muddy waters, rocks and sand
Spring from the heart of the unbelievable land.
She was born in the Great Slave Lake, she'll die Mackenzie Bay
But in between she's a way of life for those of us who stay
On the Big River.
This river's full of undercurrents; it's full of dead-head logs,
But it's also full of fish to feed your family and your dogs.
Winter finds it clogged with ice, but then before your eyes,
Summer comes, the barges run, there's fish camps and there's flies
On the Big River.
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Break up in the springtime, and freeze up in the fall
The North comes to a standstill, nobody moves at all.
Their lives revolve around the river, the river makes the rules.
She'll help the strong to stay alive; they say she'll kill the fools.
(Kill the fools...)
She's a highway, she's an airstrip, she provides food and drink.
The summer she's a swimming pool, the winter skatin' rink.
She's a calender for those of us who must follow her or die:
When the river changes, so do they, and no one questions why
The Big River.
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The Mackenzie's more than muddy water, the Mackenzie's more than sand,
It takes more than a lot of water to make the river grand.
It takes men and women who scratch for life in a cold, unfriendly land.
Her greatness is her people and I'll have you understand
It is they who make this land.
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