paroles de chanson Saskatchewan in 1881 - Colter Wall
Mr.
Toronto
man,
go
away
from
my
door
You've
got
my
wheat
and
canola
seed,
you're
askin'
me
for
more
Better
fly
'fore
I
produce
my
.44
I'm
just
a
prairie
boy,
never
meant
none
no
harm
Spent
my
days
makin'
wages
out
on
the
Martin's
farm
No
eastern
boys
are
gonna
twist
my
arm
It's
so
damn
cold
out
here,
the
wind'll
cut
you
half
in
two
I
ain't
kiddin'
now,
my
old
plow
is
frozen
to
my
mule
I've
been
livin'
off
of
ice-cold
rainbow
stew
Don't
be
pickin'
fights
with
no
Mennonites
Don't
be
raisin'
cane
while
they're
Plantin'
grain
and
workin'
through
the
night
Gonna
let
you
know
if
you
ain't
actin'
right
Mr.
Toronto
man,
go
away
from
my
door
You've
got
my
wheat
and
canola
seed,
you're
askin'
me
for
more
Better
fly
'fore
I
produce
my
.44
Better
fly
'fore
I
produce
my
.44
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