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Tim Hus
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Saskatchewan Son-of-a-Gun
The prairie is a place , you can watch your dog run away for days Golden fields of wheat as far as you can see There's nowhere in the whole world with more Richardson's ground squirrels Grain elevators in a line out in the land of the living skies
Chorus: When you see me counting rabbits on a can Wearin' the pride of the thirteenth man Hear about all of the curling I done Well, there ain't no doubt just where I'm from: I'm a Pilsner drinkin', whitetail huntin' Purple burnin', stubble jumpin' Slough boggin', prairie doggin' Rod and reelin', snowmobilin' Genuine big sky son-of-a-gun From SASKATCHEWAN
Everywhere that I have been from Estevan up to Creighton Meadow Lake to Speedy Creek and everyplace in between Street so wide on the main drag you can drive a combine to the bank And if I won a million, son, I'd keep farmin' 'till it's gone Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I threw away my Almanac, moved away but I came back I would've been a damn fool to climb out of the wheat pool Out there on the grid road, droppin' the blade on the snowplow Take 'er easy and take 'er slow there's two miles of ditch for every mile of road
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My gal's an aggie up at Toontown she always orders a double round Fine trailer and a sweet chasis ain't got nothin' on my Massey She's a tailgate party queen the roughest rider you ever seen Moose Jaw and Indian Head, it ain't as flat as everyone says
So I guess I'll bid farewell and head on down to the Bonspiel We might lose, we might win, we'll surely do a lot of drinkin' Back fourty moonshine, homemade chokecherry wine Grab your broom and let's get goin' , this is where I'm born and where I'm from
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