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Yukon Gold

I wake to the howl of the cold northern wind No boss no clock no city to pin The river's my mirror the gold’s my friend A pan in my hand where the wild roads end

[Chorus] Living off the grid where the cold bites deep Yukon gold and Bitcoin I keep Fiddle cries low accordion weeps Simple life’s mine and the secrets I reap

[Verse 2] My shovel hits rock like a drum in the earth Each strike a song of survival and worth The screen lights up like a modern-day hearth Mining digital veins in this frozen berth

[Prechorus] Axes hum the fire roars The wild knows my name it keeps no scores

[Chorus] Living off the grid where the cold bites deep Yukon gold and Bitcoin I keep Fiddle cries low accordion weeps Simple life’s mine and the secrets I reap

[Bridge] No bills no wires no buzzing phone Just me and the frost where I’m carved in stone The wolves they sing but I’m not alone My gold my code they’re my backbone