Away up in Alaska The state that stands alone There’s a dog race run from Anchorage into Nome And it’s a grueling race with a lightning pace Where chilly winds do wail. Beneath the northern lights, across snow and ice It’s called the Iditarod Trail.
Chorus: Well, give me a team and a good lead dog and a sled that’s built so fine, And let me race those miles to Nome, one thousand forty-nine Then when I get back to my home Hey I can tell my tale I did, I did I did the Iditarod Trail.
Well the race it won’t be easy For the masters of the trail And some of them will make it and some of them will fail But just to run that race takes a tough and hardy breed, And a lot of work done by the dogs that run across snow with whistling speed.
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I just pulled out of Safety And I’m on the trail alone I’m doin’ fine and I’m pickin’ up time And headin’ on in to Nome. There’s no sled tracks in front of me And no one’s on my tail I did, I did, I did the Iditarod Trail!