C There's a Salmon-colored girl who F sets my heart awhirl
Who G7 lives along the Yukon far a-{C} way
Where the Northern Lights, they shine, C she rubs her nose to mine
She G7 cuddles close and I can hear her C say.
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{*OOGA-OOGA MOOSKA}, which C means that I love you
If G7 you'll be my baby, I'll {*OOGA-OOGA MOOSKA} G7 you
Then I take her hand in mine and C set her on my knee
The G7 Squaws along the Yukon are good enough for C me.
She makes her underwear from hides of Grizzly bear
And bathes in ice cold water every day
Her skin, I love to touch, but I just can't touch it much
Because her fur-lined Parkas' in the way.
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She's got the Air Corps down, the Sourdoughs hang around
{*Chechakos} try to date her night and day
With a landing gear that's fine and a fusilage divine
And a smile that you can see a mile away.
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TAG: Carry me back to old Alaska
The Squaws Along The Yukon are good enough for me.