Now the smoke and flames
Were boiling up
Responders, they knocked on my door
Said, you best get out of here.
So I packed up my wife,
My hunting knife
And I kind of said a prayer
I took my jeans and a can of beans
And some holey underwear
Took my pet frog
And my old Hound dog
A Rooster and a Hen
Turned the other loose
with my old goose,
til we get back again.
So I headed down the highway
And out across the gorge
We'll soon be there without a care
And arrive in good old Prince George
I know I'm drinking too much coffee
And that's another rub
It's just a fright I'm up all night
I think I'll join the pistol club.
But at night I have
This terrible dream
When I try to retire
That my pickup truck is burning up
And my shirt-tail, it's on fire
Oh, I miss the sows
And I miss the cows
Yet I know they're being fed
I miss the smell of new baled hay
And of course, I miss my bed.
Now you took in a whole darn town
And man! That's quite a crowd
You did it all with style, with a great big smile
You all should be so proud.
So Prince George, I'd just like to say
And I say with no regret
Thanks so much for what you've done
We never will forget.
Frank Gleeson, Williams Lake
