GK, LP ( SING):

Come you back to Grand Marais

Heading up the Gunflint way

You can smell that booya cooking

From Duluth all through the Range.

And the wind is in those pine trees

And the wild geese they say

Come you back you hardened sinner

Come you back to Grand Marais

GK: The North Shore of Lake Superior from Duluth to Grand Marais. It's a part of Minnesota that's more like it used to be than it ever was, and when you drive up this way, you find people who live here for just that reason.

SS: Welcome to Mom's Cafe---- you want the short stack or the tall stack?

GK: Short.

SS: Bacon or sausage?

GK: Sausage.

SS: Side of eggs?

GK: Sure. Sunny side up.

SS: And coffee?

GK: You bet. (POURING) Nice old cafe.

SS: Yeah. Me and the mister came up here in '76. Came up from the Cities. Saw Grand Marais and said, This is it. And we never went back.

GK: Well, when you find something you love, hang onto it.

SS: That's what I say. Hey, tell me something. Did Jimmy Carter get elected president?

GK: Yes, ma'am.

SS: Good. Is he still President?

GK: No. It's 2014 now.

On the road to Grand Marais

Where the giant walleyes play

And the guys get up at sunrise on the lake near Silver Bay.

I have been to New York City

I have been out to L.A.

But my heart kept saying M-i

N-n-e-s-o-t-a

And those wild geese keep calling

'Cause it's there that I long to be

In the great Mesabi country

Between Chisholm and Ely.

GK: Two thousand fourteen. See----- right there on my telephone.

SS: That's a telephone? Where's the wire?

GK: A lot has changed, ma'am. People take pictures with telephones now. People have thousands and thousands of pictures. They read books on their phones. They type in an address they're looking for and a woman tells them how to get there.

SS: What's politics like?

GK: Terrible. It's like Italy now.

SS: Is this a joke?

GK: No.

SS: Are the Beatles still around?

GK: No.

SS: "All you need is love"? That's gone?

GK: We had love and it wasn't enough.

SS: How about jokes?

GK: Jokes are the same.

SS: Really? Do they still tell the one about the Minnesotans who go to hell and they like the warmth and all so Satan turns the temperature to forty below and the brimstone turns to ice and the Minnesotans like that even more because if hell is frozen over, that means the Vikings won the Super Bowl ---- they still tell that?

GK: Yep.

SS: So the Vikings haven't won the Super Bowl?

GK: Nope.

SS: Well, let me know when they do. Send me a postcard.

GK: I'll do that.

GK/LP (SING):

Come you back to Grand Marais

Heading up the Gunflint way

You can smell that booya cooking

Five o'clock on Saturday.

On the road to Grand Marais

If you go you're apt to stay

Here in lovely northern M-i

N-n-e-s-o-t-a