
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Song language: English
Saskatchewan in 1881 |
Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door |
You’ve got my wheat and canola seed, you’re askin' me for more |
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44 |
I’m just a prairie boy, never meant none no harm |
Spent my days makin' 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 kiddin' now, my old plow is frozen to my mule |
I’ve been livin' off of ice-cold rainbow stew |
Don’t be pickin' fights with no Mennonites |
Don’t be raisin' cane while they’re plantin' grain and workin' through the night |
Gonna let you know if you ain’t actin' right |
Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door |
You’ve got my wheat and canola seed, you’re askin' me for more |
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44 |
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44 |