Chorus
I am the mad trapper Albert Johnson is my name
My father was a mad man and my mother was insane
My father was a mad man and my mother was insane

I am a wanted fugitive I live outside the law
I beg steal and borrow when my backs’ against the wall
I sleep with one eye open with my rifle in my hand
My 45.70 carbine my lever action friend
My 45.70 carbine my lever action friend

Well the Mounties try to catch me every where I go
Up through the frozen northland when it’s 55 below
But I wear my snowshoes backwards when I’m running through the snow
So when they come to track me down it’s backwards they do go
So when they come to track me down it’s backwards they do go

I lived up in the mountains in a cabin made of logs
They tried to flush me out of there with dynamite and dogs
But when they came to gather me they got a big surprise
From a hole down in the floor boards I shot’em between the eyes
From a hole down in the floor boards I shot’em between the eyes

They thought they had me cornered once out on a frozen lake
They thought the game was over but they made a big mistake
I pulled my trusty rifle out from a buckskin sack
I snuck around in behind them and I shot’em in the back
I snuck around in behind them and I shot’em in the back

Well they found a frozen hermit down in the lower land
And the Mounties took to bragging how they always get their man
They pinned my good name on him and they buried him in the snow
But the truth is they cant catch me so they had to let me go
But the truth is they cant catch me so they had to let me go