Saskatchewan In 1881

(álbum: Songs Of The Plains - 2018)

Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door
You've got my wheat and canola seed, you're asking me for more
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44

I'm just a prairie boy, never meant none no harm
Spent my days making wages out on the Martin's farm
No eastern boys are gonna twist my arm

It's so damn cold out here, the wind'll cut you half in two
I ain't kidding now, my old plow is frozen to my mule
I've been living off of ice-cold rainbow stew

Don't be picking fights with no Mennonites
Don't be raising cane while they're planting grain and working through the night
Gonna let you know if you ain't acting right

Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door
You've got my wheat and canola seed, you're asking me for more
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44