| Well I’d rather be
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| walking through the tall pine trees high
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| up above Lake Louise
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| And I’d rather be
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| chasing after shooting stars
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| than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC
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| I’d like to see
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| the sun set behind Saddle Mountain
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| and listen to the wind whisper my name
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| yea this world and me don’t fit
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| one of us is going to have to quit
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| oh how I miss those western skies
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| And I’d rather be back in the Rocky Mountains
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| than sitting in some bar on Queen Street
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| And I’d rather be walking through the high meadow
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| than watching the latest war on my TV
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| So please don’t you stand in my way
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| I just got to get out of this place
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| if I waste another day
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| I’m sure the sun will forget my name
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| Oh how I miss those western skies
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| oh to see the sunset in her eyes
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| oh to see the sunshine in her eyes
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| And I’d rather be
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| lying by the Bow River
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| just watching the clouds go by
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| Yea I’d rather be
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| anywhere else than here tonight
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| than stuck in the city
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| but through the pain
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| good things will come
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| after the rain the sun
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| but that don’t mean much to me stuck in the city
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| oh how I miss those western skies |