The Last Saskatchewan Pirate Captain Tractor
VERSE 1: C F G C Well I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine F C G I had a little stretch of land along the CP line C F G C But the times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there F C G C And bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair Am D I looked for every kind of job the answer always no, Am G "Hire you now" they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go" Am D The government, they promised me a measly little sum Am G But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum BRIDGE: F C Then I thought "who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone, D G I'm gonna be a pirate on the River Saskatchewan..." (Arrrrrgh!) CHORUS: C C F G C 'cause it's a Heave! Ho! High! Ho! Coming down the plains F C G Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains C C F G C And it's a Ho! Hey! High! Hey! Farmers bar your doors F C G C When you see the Jolly Rancher on Regina's mighty shores VERSE 2: 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 VERSE 3: Well Mounty Bob, he chased me, he was always at my throat He'd follow on the shore line but he didn't own a boat But cutbacks were a comin' so the Mountie lost his job So 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 VERSE 4: Well pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find me here I've heard that in Alberta there's a band of buckeneers They roam the Athabasca, from Smith 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 CH
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