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
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 the CP line
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But 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 
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laugh, "We just let twenty go!" 
(Haha)
    Am                             
The government, they promised me a 
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measley little sum,
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But I've got too much pride to end 
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up just another bum!
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Then I thought who gives a damn if 
all the jobs are gone,
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I'm gonna be a pirate, on the river 
Saskatchewan!

[Chorus]
           N.C.   C  N.C.   C   F   
   G        C
And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) 
comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all 
the other grains,
         N.C.   C  N.C.    C     F  
     G       C
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) 
farmers bar yer doors,
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When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.

[Flute Solo]
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[Verse 2]
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Well, you think the local farmers 
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would know that I'm at large,
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But just the other day I found an 
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unprotected barge,
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I snuck up right behind them and 
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they were none the wiser,
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I rammed the ship and sank it and 
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I stole the fertilizer
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A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans 
the mighty river,
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Farmers cross in so much fear 
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their stomaches are a quiver,
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'Cause they know that Captain 
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Tractor's hiding in the bay,
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I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em 
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cold and sail off with their hay!

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[Chorus]
           N.C.   C  N.C.   C   F   
   G        C
And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) 
comin' down the plains,
F                  C          G
Stealin' wheat and barley and all 
the other grains,
         N.C.   C  N.C.    C     F  
     G       C
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) 
farmers bar yer doors,
         F             C      
When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.

[Flute Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he 
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was always at my throat,
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He followed on the shorelines 
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'cause he didn't own a boat,
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But cut-backs were a comin' and the
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 Mountie lost his job,
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So now he's sailin' with me and we 
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call him Salty Bob!
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A swingin' sword and skull and 
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bones are pleasant company,
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         N.C.
I never pay my income tax and screw 
the GST (SCD W IT!)
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Salin' down to Saskatoon, the Terror
 of the Sea,
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If you wanna reach the Co-op boy 
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you gotta get by me! (har-har!)

[Chorus]
           N.C.   C  N.C.   C   F   
   G        C
And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) 
comin' down the plains,
F                  C          G
Stealin' wheat and barley and all 
the other grains,
         N.C.   C  N.C.    C     F  
     G       C
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) 
farmers bar yer doors,
         F             C      
When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.

[Flute Solo]
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[Verse 4]
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Well pirate life's appealing but 
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you don't just find it here,
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I hear in North Alberta there's a 
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band of buccaneers,
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They roam the Athabasca from Smith
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 to Port McKay,
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And you're gonna lose your Stetson
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 if you have to pass their way.
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Well, winter is a comin' and a chill
 is in the breeze,
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My pirate days are over once the 
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river starts to freeze,
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But I'll be back in springtime and 
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now I have to go,
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I hear there's lots of plundering 
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down in New Mexico!

[Chorus]
           N.C.   C  N.C.   C   F   
   G        C
And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) 
comin' down the plains,
F                  C          G
Stealin' wheat and barley and all 
the other grains,
         N.C.   C  N.C.    C     F  
     G       C
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) 
farmers bar yer doors,
         F             C      
When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.

[Chorus] (accappella)
          N.C.
And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) 
comin' down the plains,
N.C.
Stealin' wheat and barley and all 
the other grains,
N.C.
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) 
farmers bar yer doors,

[Chorus]
           N.C.   C  N.C.   C   F   
   G        C
And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) 
comin' down the plains,
F                  C          G
Stealin' wheat and barley and all 
the other grains,
         N.C.   C  N.C.    C     F  
     G       C
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) 
farmers bar yer doors,
         F             C      
When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.

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         F             C      
When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.
         F             C      
When you see the Jolly Roger on 
     G            C
Regina's mighty shores.
Haharr...