Alberta's Child
Ian Tyson

               Well, them old boys down in Texas chew Copenhagen
               Wash it all down with that Coors
               Ain't a bit bashful about speakin' their minds
               They'll tell you what's theirs and what's yours
               There's Waylon and there's Willie, they own about half the
               state
               And sing of her glories all in song
               Talk about your lovers and your fighters wild brahma bull
               riders
               The whole thing take a holt and goes on

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               Ride with me, Jesus, help me pull this heavy load
               Don't let her slip, don't let her slide
               You answer all our questions further down this muddy road
               Old cowboys cross the Great Divide

               Well, up north it's saddle broncs and it's hockey and honky
               tonks
               Old Wilf Carter 78's
               Dumb stuff like chores when it's twenty below
               They're the things that a counry boy hates
               Too much damn wind and not enough whiskey
               Drives them ol' northern boys flat wild
               And he may go to Hell, or even Vancouver
               He'll always be Alberta's child

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