On a subarctic highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of wet dogs
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
She looked pretty dull
And I was thinking to myself
For the first time I really miss Hull
Then she lit up a Belvedère
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Chibougamau
Such a dumpy place
Eeech, and an ugly face
Nothin to do at the Hotel Chibougamau
Any time of year
You won't find it here
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