Verse
A
D dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow
Montana side of sweet grass and I'm headed home
D
Trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn
A
Bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn
E7
The roads get better every time I cross north of forty nine
A
Well I tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line
[Chorus]
D
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
A
Too much oil money, not enough booze
D
East of the rockies and west of the rest
E7 D
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess
[Solo]
A D A
[Verse 2]
A
Them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out
Hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat
D
It’s hairy haulin horses up across the great divide
A
And them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride
E7
The roads get better every time I cross that british columbia line
A
I tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line
[Chorus]
D
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
A
Too much oil money, not enough booze
D
East of the rockies and west of the rest
E7 D
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess
[Solo]
A D A
[Verse 3]
A
Well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat
and lord knows I'm a prairie boy so I’m pretty used to that
D
but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain’t the same
A
as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames
E7
the roads get better every time I cross that saskatchewan line
A
I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time
[Chorus]
D
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
A
Too much oil money, not enough booze
D
East of the rockies and west of the rest
E7 D
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess
[Outro]
A D E