Podcast Episode Details

Snowbank Shuffle

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Got a mailbox made of moose antlers
Front door’s just a curtain of flannel
Wi‑Fi’s buried under six feet of winter
And my neighbor is a cranky old caribou
Coffee’s boiling in a dented tin kettle
Snowshoes parked like Sunday shoes
I pay my taxes in pickled beets and firewood
And the government still can’t find my driveway

[Chorus]
I’m off the grid
Up where the cold gets louder
Doing that snowbank shuffle, baby
In my hand‑knit, half‑wit winter coat
I’m off the grid
Waving at the northern powder
If you can read this, darling
You’re too close to my goat

[Verse 2]
Plow truck’s stuck in July from last season
Outhouse door got a built‑in wind chime
Moose tracks running through my backyard kitchen
They signed the guest book, didn’t leave a dime
I got canned beans labeled “maybe peaches”
And a calendar stuck on June
[deep baritone] But my accordion sings the blues in February
While the horn section argues out of tune (oh yeah)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
[call‑and‑response with horns]
I got one long john, two lost gloves
—[horn hits] bah‑bah‑BAH
Solar panel wearing ten hats of snow
—[horn slide] waaaah
If the lights come on, I holler “who paid the bill?”
Then remember it’s just the aurora on patrol
[slow vibrato] So I toast this frozen paradise with lukewarm cocoa
And a trombone trying to warm up my soul

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