Alberta

Alberta Bull Riders

Been heart broke in Hardisty,
left out at Three mile bend,
Had my truck crashed in Delburn,
and still spent the night with out a friend.

Met a good ol boy in Cranbrook,
lost him the same day,
met me one in Cremona,
that made me want to pray.

Left a peice of me in Edson,
after crying all night long,
woke up alone in Ponoka,
to find my cowboy gone.

All across Alberta,
you see them in their trucks,
friendly eyes and inviting smiles,
they're just looking for a Buck.

and ladies let me warn you,
they're the last of a dying breed,
when cowboy is his claim to fame,
and BULL RIDING feeds his greed.

by Jenn La Rose

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