Ian Tyson - Alberta's Child Lyrics

Well, them ol' boys 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 takes a holt and goes on

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 honkytonks

Old Wilf Carter 78s

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 many go to Hell or even Vancouver

He'll always be Alberta's child