Up North Over The Rim

Under the deep purple sky
I built a fire

What do we have to eat

Not much

Do you think it’s going to snow

It might

I hope it don’t

Too cold to snow
I threw a log on the fire
Be careful
What you wish for
Turned the radio on
Johnny Cash cheered us up

I can’t believe I missed that buck

Shots like that don’t grow on trees

It’s going to get cold

No shit

No I mean Like Siberia