"Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter's won And he's got his cure for cabin fever now" Beautiful lyrics and beautiful performance, Stan was truly a legend.
Absolute legend was Stan. He got so much emotion and believability into his songs. Sad he died young. Also sad that 95% of the world didn't know of this Canadian story teller
I only discovered his music a year ago, but I always liked folk and shanty music so it felt instantly familiar. His sons Garnet and Nathan are still making music, I believe
@@BNJT I learned that he passed away saving several people from a burning plane...not sure where...unfortunately he succumbed to smoke inhalation ☹ I'll try and find out more .
@@gregrodwell895 Don't be so harsh - Oreobush was obviously confused by all the "American" references in Stan's songs, and still thinks that Africa is a country.
my father was with the corps of engs who built this road during ww2-drove it once and can't help but appreciate their efforts-lt col r j reynolds-miss ya dad thanks for the lessons you taught me
Great Canadian song. I've been up the Canol as far as the Twitya River in 2009, about 100 miles into the Northwest Territories from the Yukon border, very historic and scenic road, very bad shape on the NWT side though, pretty much a hiking trail after mile 208.
Well you could see it in his eyes as they strained against the night, And the bone-white-knuckled grip upon the road, Sixty-five miles into town, and a winter's thirst to drown, A winter still with two months left to go. His eyes are too far open, his grin too hard and sore, His shoulders too far high to bring relief, But the Kopper King is hot, even if the band is not, And it sure beats shooting whiskey-jacks and trees. Then he laughs and says "It didn't get me this time, not tonight, I wasn't screaming when I hit the door." But his hands on the tabletop, will their shaking never stop, Those hands sweep the bottles to the floor. Now he's a bear in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bay, And springtime thunder in his sudden roar, With one wrong word he burns, and the table's overturned, When he's finished there's a dead man on the floor. Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross, With Teslin blocked there's nowhere else to go, But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson's Crossing, Now he's thirty-eight miles up the Canol road. He's thirty-eight miles up the Canol road, In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below... Well it's God's own neon green above the mountains here tonight, Throwing brittle coloured shadows on the snow, It's four more hours til dawn, and the gas is almost gone, And that bitter Yukon wind begins to blow. Now you can see it in his eyes as they glitter in the light And the bone-white rime of frost around his brow, Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter has won, And he's got his cure for cabin fever now. Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross, With Teslin blocked there's nowhere else to go, But they hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson's Crossing, Found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road. They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road, In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below, They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road...
Sounds like it’s about him killing a guy in a drunken rage and then trying to escape from the scene and he turns his car over or something like that and he freezes to death. I could be very wrong tho
Less the car turning over and more him getting stuck and freezing to death trying to drive an unserviced road 215 km / 134 miles in the middle of a Yukon winter. The road takes around 4 and a half hours to drive in the summer when the weather is nice.
I did a 2 month selfsustained (no resupply or food drop) canoe trip in the arctic last summer and we drove up allllll along the canol road till eventually the bridges gave out a couple days upstream of of the Macmillan airfield.
ahh..to have seen and heard Stan... what a giant of an unknown musician. First heard him while a voyageur some 20+ years ago on the BWCA somewhere on the US-Canada border.
Went up the canol last fall with my grandpa looking for a moose. Got stuck in a blizzard out of nowhere - barely made it outdriving over 3 feet of snow - fortunately brought extra gas
Your post was a year ago, and so, my response may be redundant, but, that's never stopped me before. Garnet still performs frequently. He's writing a book about his time on the road with Stan.His site will be updated soon, but in the meanwhile his music is available on Amazon, and in summer of 2013 through Taz Records in Halifax.Stans' music and merchandise is available through Fogarty Cove/Cole Harbour,which Ariel still monitors, or Borealis Records.
@atrickpay11 I'm sure it wasn't Nathan; he was MUCH too young when this was recorded. I'd wager it was Stan's brother, Garnet, a rather talented guitarist.
"Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter's won
And he's got his cure for cabin fever now"
Beautiful lyrics and beautiful performance, Stan was truly a legend.
Absolute legend was Stan. He got so much emotion and believability into his songs. Sad he died young. Also sad that 95% of the world didn't know of this Canadian story teller
Stan is a legend that should still be with us
I only discovered his music a year ago, but I always liked folk and shanty music so it felt instantly familiar. His sons Garnet and Nathan are still making music, I believe
@@BNJT I learned that he passed away saving several people from a burning plane...not sure where...unfortunately he succumbed to smoke inhalation ☹ I'll try and find out more .
@@RaoulDukeSr yep, check his wikipedia article, very sad story
@@BNJT thanx pal...will do !
@@BNJT Garnet is his brother, Nathan is his son. they are both still making music though.
"Now he's a bear in a blood red mackinaw, with hungry dogs at bay,
And spring time thunder in his sudden roar ".......perfect
@Oreobush your opinion stinks. He's Canadian
@@gregrodwell895 Don't be so harsh - Oreobush was obviously confused by all the "American" references in Stan's songs, and still thinks that Africa is a country.
@Oreobush Why's he gotta be an American singer to be good?
@@murraystewartj I swear to God a lot of people forget that Canada and America have more in common than they do different
I grew up in Oklahoma listening to "red dirt" songs that told similar stories. This sort of music will never die.
gets the blood pumping. what a song
Wow. Just now discovering this guy. Crazy that he was so good and I never knew of him.
SAME
Most "yeehaw" type song ever written in canada. Stan you were a treasure.
Check out Night Guard by Stan, especially the live version. Literally about a very pissed off cowboy lol
my father was with the corps of engs who built this road during ww2-drove it once and can't help but appreciate their efforts-lt col r j reynolds-miss ya dad thanks for the lessons you taught me
thanks closed captions. Now I know it's Music.
There's a 🅱️ear in a 🅱️lood red mackinaw keeping hungry dogs at bay.
Great Canadian song. I've been up the Canol as far as the Twitya River in 2009, about 100 miles into the Northwest Territories from the Yukon border, very historic and scenic road, very bad shape on the NWT side though, pretty much a hiking trail after mile 208.
Well you could see it in his eyes as they strained against the night,
And the bone-white-knuckled grip upon the road,
Sixty-five miles into town, and a winter's thirst to drown,
A winter still with two months left to go.
His eyes are too far open, his grin too hard and sore,
His shoulders too far high to bring relief,
But the Kopper King is hot, even if the band is not,
And it sure beats shooting whiskey-jacks and trees.
Then he laughs and says "It didn't get me this time, not tonight,
I wasn't screaming when I hit the door."
But his hands on the tabletop, will their shaking never stop,
Those hands sweep the bottles to the floor.
Now he's a bear in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bay,
And springtime thunder in his sudden roar,
With one wrong word he burns, and the table's overturned,
When he's finished there's a dead man on the floor.
Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross,
With Teslin blocked there's nowhere else to go,
But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson's Crossing,
Now he's thirty-eight miles up the Canol road.
He's thirty-eight miles up the Canol road,
In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below...
Well it's God's own neon green above the mountains here tonight,
Throwing brittle coloured shadows on the snow,
It's four more hours til dawn, and the gas is almost gone,
And that bitter Yukon wind begins to blow.
Now you can see it in his eyes as they glitter in the light
And the bone-white rime of frost around his brow,
Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter has won,
And he's got his cure for cabin fever now.
Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross,
With Teslin blocked there's nowhere else to go,
But they hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson's Crossing,
Found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road.
They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road,
In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below,
They found him thirty-eight miles up the Canol road...
Great work on the lyrics dude
A most wondrous song. The lyrics flow perfectly creating imagery and emotions. 'Who'll write the songs of this country now that Stan Rogers is dead'
In Sweden... was springish two days ago and now we're getting buried in snow again... totally feeling feverish.
Sounds like it’s about him killing a guy in a drunken rage and then trying to escape from the scene and he turns his car over or something like that and he freezes to death. I could be very wrong tho
Pretty sure that's what it is
Yeah thats it
Less the car turning over and more him getting stuck and freezing to death trying to drive an unserviced road 215 km / 134 miles in the middle of a Yukon winter. The road takes around 4 and a half hours to drive in the summer when the weather is nice.
I did a 2 month selfsustained (no resupply or food drop) canoe trip in the arctic last summer and we drove up allllll along the canol road till eventually the bridges gave out a couple days upstream of of the Macmillan airfield.
I used to live in Saskatchewan just outside of regina man this brings back memories!
i love tihs song more than i love myself
I loveee the guitar solos over the kinda polka ish bass it sounds so cool
ahh..to have seen and heard Stan... what a giant of an unknown musician. First heard him while a voyageur some 20+ years ago on the BWCA somewhere on the US-Canada border.
Went up the canol last fall with my grandpa looking for a moose. Got stuck in a blizzard out of nowhere - barely made it outdriving over 3 feet of snow - fortunately brought extra gas
My first home was Teslin...Yukon is my homeland...
Your post was a year ago, and so, my response may be redundant, but, that's never stopped me before. Garnet still performs frequently. He's writing a book about his time on the road with Stan.His site will be updated soon, but in the meanwhile his music is available on Amazon, and in summer of 2013 through Taz Records in Halifax.Stans' music and merchandise is available through Fogarty Cove/Cole Harbour,which Ariel still monitors, or Borealis Records.
.........:)
I understand Garnet,Stan's brother,is still recording.
However, I'm a proud Nflder all the same!
@atrickpay11 I'm sure it wasn't Nathan; he was MUCH too young when this was recorded. I'd wager it was Stan's brother, Garnet, a rather talented guitarist.
@atrickpay11 If you look up the live version of The Mary Ellen Carter, Garnet's playing on lead, finger-picking, is also great. :)
@atrickpay11 That's Garnet Rogers!
@center231
If not the greatest.