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The prairie is a place , you can watch your dog run away for days
Golden fields of wheat as far as you can see
Thereâs nowhere in the whole world with more Richardsonâs ground squirrels
Grain elevators in a line out in the land of the living skies
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When you see me counting rabbits on a can
Wearinâ the pride of the thirteenth man
Hear about all of the curling I done
Well, there ainât no doubt just where Iâm from:
Iâm a Pilsner drinkinâ, whitetail huntinâ
Purple burninâ, stubble jumpinâ
Slough bogginâ, prairie dogginâ
Rod and reelinâ, snowmobilinâ
Genuine big sky son-of-a-gun
From SASKATCHEWAN
Everywhere that I have been from Estevan up to Creighton
Meadow Lake to Speedy Creek and everyplace in between
Street so wide on the main drag you can drive a combine to the bank
And if I won a million, son, Iâd keep farmin' âtill it's gone
I threw away my Almanac, moved away but I came back
I wouldâve been a damn fool to climb out of the wheat pool
Out there on the grid road, droppinâ the blade on the snowplow
Take âer easy and take âer slow thereâs two miles of ditch for every mile of road
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My galâs an aggie up at Toontown she always orders a double round
Fine trailer and a sweet chasis ainât got nothinâ on my Massey
Sheâs a tailgate party queen the roughest rider you ever seen
Moose Jaw and Indian Head, it ainât as flat as everyone says
So I guess Iâll bid farewell and head on down to the Bonspiel
We might lose, we might win, weâll surely do a lot of drinkinâ
Back fourty moonshine, homemade chokecherry wine
Grab your broom and letâs get goinâ , this is where Iâm born and where Iâm from
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