Chaz Sings the Alger Blues

The wind is howling

And the room is cold

Winter is coming

And I lie in bed with untold

Stories of how I ended up running

Away from my pain and sold

Myself off until I was no longer cunning

Or clever or bold

But I still have the right to be sunning

Myself in Alger I'm told

And ride in John's new truck running

Down all the back roads

So let's get through the snowing

And the heavy winter load 

So we can go swimming and rowing

In Alger oh lord