Corb Lund - Hurtin' Albertan - Sözleri

a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow 


montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home 


trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn 


bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn 


the roads get better every time i cross north of forty nine 


well i tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line 





hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose 


too much oil money, not enough booze 


east of the rockies and west of the rest 


do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess 





them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out 


hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat 


it’s hairy haulin horses up across the great divide 


and them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride 


the roads get better every time i cross that british columbia line 


i tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line 





well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat 


and lord knows i'm a prairie boy so I’m pretty used to that 


but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain’t the same 


as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames 


the roads get better every time i cross that saskatchewan line 


i tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time 














		
			



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