Corb Lund - Hurtin' Albertan

a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow

montana side of sweet grass and I'm headed home

trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn

bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn

the roads get better every time I cross north of forty nine

well I tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line


Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose

too much oil money, not enough booze

east of the rockies and west of the rest

do my best to do my damnedest and that?s just about all I guess


Them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out

hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat

it?s hairy haulin horses up across the great divide

and them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride

the roads get better every time I cross that british columbia line

I tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line


Well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat

and lord knows I'm a prairie boy so I?m pretty used to that

but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain?t the same

as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames

the roads get better every time I cross that saskatchewan line

I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time

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