| I was born in Saginaw, Michigan
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| I grew up in a house on Saginaw Bay
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| My dad was a poor hard working Saginaw fisherman
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| Too many times he brought home too little pay
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| I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
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| The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
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| But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
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| Not good enough to claim his daughter’s hand
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| Now I’m up here in Alaska looking around for gold
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| Like a crazy fool I’m digging in this frozen ground so cold
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| With each day I pray I’ll strike it rich and then
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| Go back home and claim my love in Saginaw, Michigan
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| I wrote my love in Saginaw, Michigan
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| Said, «Honey, I’m coming home, please wait for me And you can tell your dad I’m coming home a richer man
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| I hit the biggest strike in Klondike history»
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| Her dad met me in Saginaw, Michigan
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| Gave me a great big party with champagne
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| And he said, «Son, you’re a wise, young, ambitious man
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| Won’t you sell your father-in-law your Klondike claim?»
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| Now he’s up there in Alaska digging in the cold hard ground
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| The greedy fool is looking for the gold I never found
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| It serves him right and no one here is missing him
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| Least of all, the newlyweds of Saginaw, Michigan
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| We’re the happiest man and wife in Saginaw, Michigan
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| He’s ashamed to show his face in Saginaw, Michigan |