Offgrid Blues Radio : Yukon Gold

Working on some new Music

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