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Son of the North
I'm raised on wild game, guns, guitars and David Allan Coe.
I listen to Ted Nugent when I shoot my compound bow.
More --- than anything, the backwoods is all I know.
I'm rocking on the tundra, I'm rolling in the snow.
Son of the North.
Son of the North.
Son of the North.
Son of the North.
Guns and ammo, backpack, camo, bow and arrow, bowie knife.
Where the blood trails run with a loaded gun,
it's how I wanna live my life.
We ain't got time or place for any porchers, pimps or rappers.
I've heard they who stay alive are hunters, fishers, trappers.
Son of the North.
Son of the North.
The land is like Alaska here if you take away the dull.
The --- and the barren lands, the tundra and the cold.
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I'm rabbid like a polar wolf everywhere that I go forth.
For the world must see that I'm born to be a god damn son of the North.
Son of the North.
Son of the North.
ATV's, snowmobiles, snow shoes, hunting dogs.
We got it good with firewood from the --- logs.
My best friend is the north star and wherever I may roam.
He shines above the tree tops and he always leads me home.
The land is like Alaska here if you take away the dull.
The --- and the barren lands, the tundra and the cold.
I'm rabbid like a polar wolf everywhere that I go forth.
For the world must see that I'm born to be a god damn son of the North.
The land is like Alaska here if you take away the dull.
The --- and the barren lands, the tundra and the cold.
I'm rabbid like a polar wolf everywhere that I go forth.
For the world must see that I'm born to be a god damn son of the North.
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