I was born in Saginaw, Michigan.
I grew up in a house on Saginaw Bay.
My dad was a poor hard working Saginaw fisherman:
Too many times he came home with too little pay.
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan.
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man.
But he called me: \"That son of a Saginaw fisherman.\"
And not good enough to claim his daughter's hand.
Now I'm up here in Alaska looking around for gold.
Like a crazy fool I'm a digging in this frozen ground, so cold.
But with each new day I pray I'll strike it rich and then,
I'll go back home and claim my love in Saginaw, Michigan.
I wrote my love in Saginaw, Michigan.
I said: \"Honey, I'm a coming home, please wait for me.
\"And you can tell your dad, I'm coming back a richer man
\"I've hit the biggest strike in Klondyke history.\"
Her dad met me in Saginaw, Michigan.
He gave me a great big party with champagne.
Then he said: \"Son, you're wise, young ambitious man.
\"Will you sell your father-in-law your Klondyke claim?\"
Now he's up there in Alaska digging in the cold, cold ground.
The greedy fool is a looking for the gold I never found.
It serves him right and no-one here is missing him.
Least of all the newly-weds of Saginaw, Michigan.
We're the happiest man and wife in Saginaw, Michigan.
He's ashamed to show his face in Saginaw, Michigan.
