Lyrics

Rifles shine over the bar tonight,
As the heads on the wall keep an eye,
And folks filter in high as a kite,
From thirty below outside,
Well there’s no occasion here,
Just an excuse for beer,

And the bar dogs howl out their song,
As the night crowd lingers on and on,
The server prays for tips,
The bouncer is in a fit,
On a slow winter’s night in the Yukon

Their cold weather gear soon a sopping wet mess,
As the slide round and round a slippery floor,
To balance themselves and the drinks they love best,
Is a game they’ve lost many times before
Well there’s no occasion here,
Just an excuse for beer,

And the bar dogs howl out their song,
As the night crowd lingers on and on,
The server prays for tips,
The bouncer is in a fit,
On a slow winter’s night in the Yukon

So fasten those mukluks and ring that bar bell,
'Cause the last round’s on you my friend,
Soon we’ll stumble on over to ‘Lefty’s Well’,
And start this night all over again
‘Cause there’s no occasion here,
Just an excuse for beer,

And the bar dogs howl out their song,
As the night crowd lingers on and on,
The server prays for tips,
The bouncer is in a fit,
On a slow winter’s night in the Yukon
Just a slow winter's night, in the Yukon