Margie, won't you listen to an old man's wish  They say it's mighty pretty in Alaska  My daddy used to talk about those deep sea fish  So there's something, darling, that I wanna ask you  So don't you turn me down    In the morning we would listen to the cattle calling  Lowing in the land of Okeechobee  Where it's flatter than the cardboard on the carport floor  And the cattails seem to wave just like they know me    Ah, but Enoch in the tackle shop   Goes on about the salmon caught   The time he and his brother sailed to Juneau    So get in, I'll do the driving  The bag's already packed and in the truck  Margie, get in, put down those dishes  The town will see us go if we're in luck  So come on, it's Alaska or bust    I've been holding down this farm that daddy left me, darling  The kids have married off and moved away  And the doctor says I'm healthy for an old man dying  Well enough to seize another day    So get in, I'll do the driving  Your bag's already packed and in the truck  Margie get it, these bones are dry  I've been running, but the cancer's catching up  So come on, it's Alaska or bust    There were days when I imagined that the clouds were mountains  Towering above the rolling ocean  And I was sailing on my tractor, turning hay out in the pasture  Catching salmon of my own while I was mowing    So get in, I'll do the driving  Your bag's already packed and in the truck  Margie get in, there's not much time  I've been running, but the cancer's catching up  The town will see us go if we're in luck    So come on, it's Alaska or bust