Aroostook stretches for miles around
My mother and father have never left town
The bullets, the border, the well, the water
My grandfather's buried right next to his plow
I'm working these kids and my hands to the bone
You'd almost think Jesus was comin' home
Tie the tourniquet tighter, 'cause I'm still a fighter
I'm just throwing my punches when I'm alone
And the Loon's cries
Echo on the water
And the Loon's cries
Echo
My baby will marry the love of her life
She's been a great daughter, she'll be a good wife
When she disappears, nothing's keeping me here
Oh Caribou, you're cold in the long, dark night
And the Loon's cries
Echo on the water
And the Loon's cries
Echo
He's coming to get me, I'm giving you warning
His voice was unsteady, but so reassuring
The bat by the bed, or a gun to the head
Either way, I'll be gone come the morning