Verse
D
G dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow
Montana side of sweet grass and I'm headed home
G
Trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn
D
Bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn
A7
The roads get better every time I cross north of forty nine
D
Well I tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line
[Chorus]
G
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
D
Too much oil money, not enough booze
G
East of the rockies and west of the rest
A7 G
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess
[Solo]
D G D
[Verse 2]
D
Them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out
Hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat
G
It’s hairy haulin horses up across the great divide
D
And them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride
A7
The roads get better every time I cross that british columbia line
D
I tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line
[Chorus]
G
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
D
Too much oil money, not enough booze
G
East of the rockies and west of the rest
A7 G
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess
[Solo]
D G D
[Verse 3]
D
Well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat
and lord knows I'm a prairie boy so I’m pretty used to that
G
but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain’t the same
D
as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames
A7
the roads get better every time I cross that saskatchewan line
D
I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time
[Chorus]
G
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
D
Too much oil money, not enough booze
G
East of the rockies and west of the rest
A7 G
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess
[Outro]
D G E