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 country 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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