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Corb Lund - Hurtin' Albertan Lyrics

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  • 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

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