The time has come to dig out my "old Uncle Johns"
Them eight inch Sorels can tell us some tales
Of the trails that he walked and the tall ones he talked
Roll one up and burn it down with just one drag
Don't you dare roll down that window boy
You know it's fifty below
I miss our old trips from town to Paddle and Paddle to town
And back around we go
Now that's a lot of good stories
A little bullshit don't hurt no one, no
No, not for a good joke
Now he don't want none of my
Taylor made smokes... nah
Roll one up and burn it down
Yeah roll one up and burn it down with just one drag
Don't you dare roll down that window boy
You know it's fifty below
Yeah don't you dare roll down that window boy
You know it's fifty below
