Northpole Blues - DeWolff

Trouble, trouble, trouble

No matter where I turn to, shit goes south

Trouble, trouble, trouble

No matter where I turn to, shit goes south

Yeah, it does now

The way the sun don’t rise in the morning

In a warm heard tonight

And when that sun comes round

Shining a bright red glow

I’m a little man

Casting a big old shadow

I’m tired, tired, tired

Slipping and crash landed flat on my face

I think I need to go down in the ice hole

Easily without a trace