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Dually diesel pulling hard with a horse trailer in tow
Montana side of sweetgrass and Iâm a headinâ home
Cattle pens and feed lots and a worn out saddle horn
Bronc Riders and team ropers huskinâ Taber corn
The roads get better every time I cross North of fourty-nine
I tip my hat and itâs good to be back across the Medicine line
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Hurtinâ Albertan with nothing more to loose
Too much oil money and not enough booze
East of the Rockies and West of the rest
I do my best to do my damndest and thatâs about all I guess
Pocket worn out of my jeans, hand tooled cowboy boots
The long grass of the foothills grows right down to my roots
Iâm a diamond driller and I done my time knocking doubles down
Iâm a gopher hunting champion, Iâm the roughest neck around
Drinkinâ Pilsner beer and eatinâ Longview Jerky
And I always give a little wink when Iâm talking to the ladies
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Dark haired barrel racers always get the best of me
And I take a chance to buy a dance with a Brooks rodeo queen
Sheâs a diamond in the rough but she donât shine itâs true
When sheâs cussing at the Derrick sheâs Alberta Crude
And the buckaroos from the hoodoos keep a sharp blade on their knife
âcause the battles of Alberta arenât always on the ice
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The roads are paved with black gold and the big sky overhead
The chinook blows and the wild rose and the Rocky Mountan West
Way out past the Buffalo Jump and Writing On Stone
So long port of entry now its good to be back home
Thatâs my cowboyography just like Tyson said
Son-of-a-gun thatâs where Iâm from and I will be âtill Iâm dead
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