"Lewis And Clark" lyrics
Just a blue ridge boy in Albemarle
Born to hitch a ride upon a shooting star
With a compass rose pointing towards the sun
Merriweather Lewis hit for Oregon
Oh, but that Louisiana Purchase was deep and wide
And nobody had made it to the other side
So he asked George Rogers Clark to paddle upstream
And wander through the woods in an American dream
But the wolves were howling, and the stores were spent
And trouble seemed to follow everywhere they went
Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
They loaded up their muskets, and they hit the mark
They made a new map of America
But how they made it out alive was a miracle
Up the Mississippi, back in 18-3
With York and Charbonneau and Sacajawea
There was the little Pompey and a big black dog
They rambled, and they gambled, and they beat the odds
But when the snow piled up on the Bitterroot Valley
They very nearly made their selves a big finale
Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
They loaded up their muskets, and they hit the mark
They made a new map of America
But how they made it out alive was a miracle
Well, no doubt about it, they'd be in their grave
If it wasn't for the Blackfeet, Crow, Osage
Spokane, Cheyenne, and the Flathead
Without a little help
Well, they might as well have lay down dead, yeah
Then one morning, just before the dawn
Where the mighty Columbia rolls along
They saw a great big sea, and they knew right then
That Lewis and Clark were going home again
Oh, but the legend lives on, and it was more than lucky
For them boys from Virginia and Old Kentucky, yeah
Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
Loaded up their muskets, and they hit the mark
They made a new map of America
But how they made it out alive was a miracle
Whoa, Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
Went into the wilderness and left a mark
They ought to make a whole dang national park
Just to tell the story of Lewis and Clark
Born to hitch a ride upon a shooting star
With a compass rose pointing towards the sun
Merriweather Lewis hit for Oregon
Oh, but that Louisiana Purchase was deep and wide
And nobody had made it to the other side
So he asked George Rogers Clark to paddle upstream
And wander through the woods in an American dream
But the wolves were howling, and the stores were spent
And trouble seemed to follow everywhere they went
Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
They loaded up their muskets, and they hit the mark
They made a new map of America
But how they made it out alive was a miracle
Up the Mississippi, back in 18-3
With York and Charbonneau and Sacajawea
There was the little Pompey and a big black dog
They rambled, and they gambled, and they beat the odds
But when the snow piled up on the Bitterroot Valley
They very nearly made their selves a big finale
Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
They loaded up their muskets, and they hit the mark
They made a new map of America
But how they made it out alive was a miracle
Well, no doubt about it, they'd be in their grave
If it wasn't for the Blackfeet, Crow, Osage
Spokane, Cheyenne, and the Flathead
Without a little help
Well, they might as well have lay down dead, yeah
Then one morning, just before the dawn
Where the mighty Columbia rolls along
They saw a great big sea, and they knew right then
That Lewis and Clark were going home again
Oh, but the legend lives on, and it was more than lucky
For them boys from Virginia and Old Kentucky, yeah
Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
Loaded up their muskets, and they hit the mark
They made a new map of America
But how they made it out alive was a miracle
Whoa, Lewis and Clark
Lewis and Clark
Went into the wilderness and left a mark
They ought to make a whole dang national park
Just to tell the story of Lewis and Clark
