The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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Well I used to be a farmer and I 
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made a living fine
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I had a little stretch of land along
 the CP line
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But the times went by and though I 
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tried the money wasn't there
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And bankers came and took my land 
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and told me fair is fair
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I looked for every kind of job the 
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answer always no,
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Hire you now they'd always laugh, 
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we just let twenty go
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The government, they promised me a 
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measly little sum
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But I've got too much pride to end 
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up just another bum

BRIDGE:
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Then I thought who gives a damn if
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 all the jobs are gone,
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I'm gonna be a pirate on the River 
Saskatchewan

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CHORUS:
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cause it's a Heave!  (Ho!) High!  
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(Ho!)  Coming down the plains
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Stealing wheat and barley and all 
the other grains
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And it's a Ho!  (Hey!)  High!  
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(Hey!)  Farmers bar your doors
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When you see the Jolly Rogger on 
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Regina's mighty shores

Well you'd think the local farmers 
would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I found an 
unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and 
they were none the wiser
I rammed the ship and sank it, and I
 stole their fertilizer
A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans 
the mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear their 
stomachs are a quiver
Cause they know that Tractor Jack is
 hiding in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em 
cold and sail off with the hay

CHORUS

Well Mounty Bob, he chased me, he 
was always at my throat
He'd follow on the shore line cause 
he didn't own a boat
But cutbacks were a comin' so the 
Mountie lost his job
and now he's sailin' with me and we 
call him "Salty Bob"
A swinging sword a scum 'n bones and
 pleasant company
I never pay my income tax, and screw
 the GST (Screw It!)
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, the
 terror of the sea,
If you want to reach the Co-Op boy, 
you gotta get by me

Chorus

Well pirate life's appealing, but 
you don't just find it here
I've heard that in Alberta there's a
 band of buckeneers
They roam the Athabasca, and sail to
 Fort McKay
And you're gonna loose your Stetson 
and if you have to pass their way
Well winter is a comin' and the 
chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the 
river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime, but now 
I have to go
I hear there's lots of plundering 
down in New Mexico

CHORUS Twice

When you see the jolly roger on 
Regina's mighty shore