WALLOW IN YOUR WELFARE

(Whitefish Station Whaling Man)

(Bob Ruzicka)

 

Wallow in your welfare, Whitefish Station Whaling Man

Your kickers all turned rusty, and your game’s gone from the land

Your kids only speak English and your wife shops at The Bay

So wallow in your welfare, dreaming dreams of yesterday

 

The things you used to do so well, they don’t matter anymore

When you’re talking about tomorrow, no ones cares what came before

Tomorrow’s leaving you behind ‘cause you don’t fit in her plans

And your hunting days are over when your Muktuk comes in cans

 

So wallow in your welfare, Whitefish Station Whaling Man

Your kickers all turned rusty, and your game’s gone from the land

Your kids only speak English and your wife shops at The Bay

So wallow in your welfare, dreaming dreams of yesterday

 

Copyright 1973 – TRO PUBLISHING