歌曲 | Hurtin' Albertan |
歌手 | Corb Lund |
专辑 | Counterfeit Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |