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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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
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