Back in the winter of '63I left my woman down in Port LouisTo a clipper ship toThe land of the midnight sunI had a partner, a little older than meKew the ins and outs of the companyWhen the captain says "Let's make that trip"You should have seen us runI got an angel in my pocket tonightI got twenty-five miles of river to fightAlone on the river singin' songs with my old friendThe cold North windMy partner went by the name of RobespierreHe came from down in the delta somewhereHe fought the Indians there, he fought the landOld Pierre was no one's foolHe knew the ropes and the beaver's poolAnd when he died he knew that riverLike the back of his handsI got an angel in my pocket tonight...And when a man says "Stop"I can't take it anymoreHe can work until he dropsTell me what's he working forIt gets cold here in the territoriesColder in my heartI imss my wife, I miss my sonWhy do we live apart...
