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letra de the last saskatchewan pirate - brad johner

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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
wasn’t there
and bankers came and took my land, and told me “fair is
fair”.

i looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
“hire you now,” they’d always laugh, “we just let
twenty go!”
the government they promised me a measly little sum
but i’ve got too much pride to end up just another b-m

then i thought, who gives a d-mn if all the jobs are
gone,
i’m gonna be a pirate on the river saskatchewan.

’cause it’s a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and it’s a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty sh-r-s

you’d think the local farmers would know that i’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
’cause they know that tractor jack is waiting in the
bay,
i’ll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off
with their hay.

’cause it’s a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and it’s a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty sh-r-s

well, mountie bob he chased me, he was always at my
throat
he followed on the sh-r-line, ’cause he didn’t own a
boat,
but cutbacks were a-coming and the mountie lost his job
so now he’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!

’cause it’s a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and it’s a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty sh-r-s

well pirate life’s appealing but you don’t just find it
here
i heard that in alberta there’s a band of buccaneers
they roam the athabasca from smith to fort mckay
and you’re bound to lose your stetson if you have to
p-ss 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
i’ll be back in springtime, but now i’ve got to go
i hear there’s lots of plundering down in new mexico.

’cause it’s a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and it’s a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty sh-r-s

’cause it’s a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the plains
stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
and it’s a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
when you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty sh-r-s
when you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty sh-r-s

- brad johner

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