Pokolodie Bill was a Texas man,
who roamed the northern pole
in cowboy boots and stetson hat
he searched for the yellow gold
Alaska knew no wilder man,
while the land was young and raw,
Then Pokolodie Bill and his wolvery team a mushin' up the draw,
He'd cuss the snow
then cuss his luck
then cuss the northern lights
in a barroom brawl he was feared by all
for Oh, how he could fight
A preacher once explained to us why Bill was a different kind
When he came here to the last frontier left his soul behind
he left his soul behind, he left his soul behind
he came here to the last frontier he left his soul behind
Pokolodie Bill had an awful thirst,
but once he got his fill,
Joints and halls would empty fast
for fear of gettin' killed
with ham like fists he'd beat his chest
with a yell that'd curl your hair
He'd make sawdust and kindlin' wood
of the bar and all the chairs
Til he'd tire out we'd scurry about
from one place to the next
When he'd leave town
we'd gather around
to repair what Bill had wrecked
With mutterin' breath, we wish his death and pray for Father Time, to rid us of that batterin' ram who left his soul behind
he left his soul behind, he left his soul behind
He came here to the last frontier, he left his soul behind
Pokolodie Bill was a leavin' town
his wild team on the lope
and he drove them hard with his only whip
a long yellow rope
he rode his sleigh like a drunkin' king sprawled in a rockin' chair
when all at once in the trail he saw the devil standin' there
His black coat shone with an eerie glow,
his eyes were fiery bright,
with a fiendish laugh he roared at Bill
I've come for you tonight!
With a shaky hand, Bill coiled his rope,
I reckon', I'll take my time. I ride alone. My soul is gone. I've left it far behind.
He left his soul behind, he left his soul behind,
He came here to the last frontier, he left his soul behind.
Pokolodie Bill, a texas man was deadly with a rope
and the devil howled as he felt that loop go tight about his troat
I'll brand and de-horn you!, Bill yelled
as knocked ole Satan down, then he built a fire for his brandin' iron for headin' back to town.
We heard Bill yellin' in the street,
Come see who I've brought in!
his torn and tattered clothes
revealed his torn and tattered skin
The devil fought me for my soul, but I whupped him fair and square!,
but what we saw tied to his sleigh was a branded grizzly bear.
He left his soul behind, he left his soul behind,
when he came here to the last frontier he left his soul behind
Pokolodie Bill was a Texas man,
who roamed the northern pole
in cowboy boots and stetson hat
he searched for the yellow gold
Alaska knew no wilder man,
while the land was young and raw,
Then Pokolodie Bill and his wolvery team a mushin' up the draw,
He'd cuss the snow
then cuss his luck
then cuss the northern lights
in a barroom brawl he was feared by all
for Oh, how he could fight
A preacher once explained to us why Bill was a different kind
When he came here to the last frontier left his soul behind
he left his soul behind, he left his soul behind
he came here to the last frontier he left his soul behind
Pokolodie Bill had an awful thirst,
but once he got his fill,
Joints and halls would empty fast
for fear of gettin' killed
with ham like fists he'd beat his chest
with a yell that'd curl your hair
He'd make sawdust and kindlin' wood
of the bar and all the chairs
Til he'd tire out we'd scurry about
from one place to the next
When he'd leave town
we'd gather around
to repair what Bill had wrecked
With mutterin' breath, we wish his death and pray for Father Time, to rid us of that batterin' ram who left his soul behind
he left his soul behind, he left his soul behind
He came here to the last frontier, he left his soul behind
Pokolodie Bill was a leavin' town
his wild team on the lope
and he drove them hard with his only whip
a long yellow rope
he rode his sleigh like a drunkin' king sprawled in a rockin' chair
when all at once in the trail he saw the devil standin' there
His black coat shone with an eerie glow,
his eyes were fiery bright,
with a fiendish laugh he roared at Bill
I've come for you tonight!
With a shaky hand, Bill coiled his rope,
I reckon', I'll take my time. I ride alone. My soul is gone. I've left it far behind.
He left his soul behind, he left his soul behind,
He came here to the last frontier, he left his soul behind.
Pokolodie Bill, a texas man was deadly with a rope
and the devil howled as he felt that loop go tight about his troat
I'll brand and de-horn you!, Bill yelled
as knocked ole Satan down, then he built a fire for his brandin' iron for headin' back to town.
We heard Bill yellin' in the street,
Come see who I've brought in!
his torn and tattered clothes
revealed his torn and tattered skin
The devil fought me for my soul, but I whupped him fair and square!,
but what we saw tied to his sleigh was a branded grizzly bear.
He left his soul behind, he left his soul behind,
when he came here to the last frontier he left his soul behind