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We were drinkinâ whiskey at the Oil Can
With a couple of hands from the crew
Talkinâ all about the Black Gold Rush
And workinâ the Alberta crude
Our derrick hand bought a round
He said âI got a story to tell
It happened on a Peace River lease
We were just cappinâ off a well
We had a driller from the East Coast
He was a real steady ringer too
At ten minutes to midnight
He laid down all of his toolsâ
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As soon as I make a hundred grande thatâll be enough for me
I donât want to spend another winter North of Grande Prairie
I donât give a damn about oil in the sand
And I donât want another dime
Tell everybody up North, I went home to the Maritimes
We all laughed and called him a fool
He said âThatâs what Iâd be
âCause livinâ in an ATCO trailer
Ainât no life for me
A boom is like a wellhead flare
Itâs gonna burn out in time
So take a thousand miles of drill stem
And ram it where the sun donât shine
Iâve got a girl in Shediac
And sheâs always on my mind
And the stars out here donât sparkle
Like they do in the Maritimes
Chorus
He got on the plane to Moncton
And we ainât seen him since
Thereâs a brand new driller
Droppinâ weight on the button bits
And Iâm still here in Ft. McMoney
But every now and then
I curse the mud and I curse the cold
But mostly I curse him
Iâll never forget the look on his face
When he side with a big white grin
So long to Alberta
Iâm never cominâ back again
Chorus