In 1855 in old California
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a man was a looking in the paper one day
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Uncle Sam needs a postman to carry the mail
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Across the High Sierras over God forsaken trails
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Snow Shoe Thompson told 'em he swore he was the man
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I'll get through them mountains if anybody can
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He took a pair of snowshoes he took a pair of skis
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And lit out through the mountains where the normal man would freeze
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He was cautious as a mountain cat fleet as a deer
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Tough as a grizzly bear he knew no fear
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He lived a life of danger bringin' mountain people news
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Cause Snow Shoe Thompson packed the mail on through
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[ banjo ]
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In the High Sierra Mountains it was 32 below
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Blue blizzards fairly whistled bringin' 40 feet of snow
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No one would dare to venture o'er the icy mountain trails
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But Snow Shoe kept a comin' he was packin' US mail
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His face was weather beaten from his many rugged miles
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But he knew it was worth it when he saw the people smile
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His deeds are not forgotten they stayed in the Hall of Fame
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They're changing old Squaw Valley to Snow Shoe Thompson's name
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He was cautious as a mountain cat...
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Snow Shoe Thompson
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| Johnny Horton |
