I used to be a farmer and i made a living fine
i had a little stretch of land along the c.p. line
but times were hard, and though i tried, the money wasnand't there
and bankers came and took my land, and told me andquot;fair is fairandquot;.
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
andquot;hire you now,andquot; theyand'd always laugh, andquot;we just let twenty go!andquot;
the government they promised me a measly little sum
but iand've got too much pride to end up just another bum
Then i thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone,
iand'm gonna be a pirate on the river saskatchewan.
and'cause itand's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and itand's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on reginaand's mighty shores
Youand'd think the local farmers would know that iand'm at large
but just the other day i saw an unsuspecting barge
i snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser
i rammed their ship and sank it, and i stole their fertilizer.
A bridge outside of moose jaw spans a mighty river
farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver
and'cause they know that tractor jack is waiting in the bay,
iand'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay.
and'cause itand's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and itand's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on reginaand's mighty shores
Well, mountie bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
he followed on the shoreline, and'cause he didnand't own a boat,
but cutbacks were a-coming and the mountie lost his job
so now heand's sailing with me and we call him salty bob.
A swinging sword, a skull-and-bones, and pleasant company,
i never pay my income tax and screw the g.s.t. (screw it!)
prince albert down to saskatoon, the terror of the sea
if you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!
and'cause itand's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and itand's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on reginaand's mighty shores
Well pirate lifeand's appealing but you donand't just find it here
i heard that in alberta thereand's a band of buccaneers
they roam the athabasca from smith to fort mckay
and youand're bound to lose your stetson if you have to pass their way
Well, winter is a-coming and a chill is in the breeze
my pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
iand'll be back in springtime, but now iand've got to go
i hear thereand's lots of plundering down in new mexico.
and'cause itand's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and itand's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on reginaand's mighty shores
and'cause itand's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and itand's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on reginaand's mighty shores
when you see the jolly roger on reginaand's mighty shores
