Alberta's Child Lyrics - Ian Tyson

Well, them ol' boys in Texas chew copenhagen 

Wash it all down with that Coors 

Ain't a bit bashful about speakin' their minds 

They'll tell you what's theirs and what's yours 

There's Waylon and there's Willie, 

they own about half the state 

And sing of her glories all in song 

Talk about your lovers and your fighters 

wild brahma bull riders 

The whole thing takes a holt and goes on 

Ride with me Jesus, help me pull this heavy load 

Don't let her slip, don't let her slide 

You answer all our questions further down this muddy road 

Old cowboys cross the Great Divide 

Well up north it's saddle broncs and it's hockey and honkytonks 

Old Wilf Carter 78s 

Dumb stuff like chores when it's twenty below 

They're the things that a country boy hates 

Too much damn wind and not enough whiskey 

Drives them ol' northern boys flat wild 

And he many go to Hell or even Vancouver 

He'll always be Alberta's child