Date: Mon, 20 Nov 1995 16:07:14 -0700
From: tcampbel@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca (Tim Campbell)
Subject: "THE LAST SASKATCHEWAN PIRATE" -- Captain Tractor
THE LAST SASKATCHEWAN PIRATE
CAPTAIN TRACTOR
(by John Whytock, Trevor Strong, Mike McCormick -- The Worms)
transcribed by tcampbel@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca
NOTE: Some of the words may be wrong, and some of the words ARE wrong, but
this is what I have so far. Please send me corrections...
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 sea behind
C F G C
But the times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there
F C G C
And the 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 measily 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..."
CHORUS:
C C F G C
And it's a Heave! Ho! High! Ho! Coming down the plains
F C G
Stealing weeds 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 sold the boat to Leiser
Bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans the mighty river
Farmers rush in so much fear their stomachs are a quiver
'Cause they know that Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail with the hay
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
Well Mounty Bob, he chased me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shore line 'cause he didn't own a boat
But the cutbacks were a comin' and the Mounty lost his job
So now he's sailin' with me and we call him "Salty Bob"
A swinging sword is coming home, with pleasant company
I never pay my income tax, and screw the GST -- "Screw It!"
Sailing down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea,
If you want to reach the Co-Op boy, you gatta get by me
CHORUS
VERSE 4:
Well the pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find me here
I hear in North Alberta there's a band of buckeneers
They roam the Athabasca, Fort Smith to Fort McKay
If your gonna loose your sense and if you have to pass away
Well winter is a comin' and the chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
But I'll be back in Spring time, but now I have to go
I hear there's lots of blundering down in New Mexico
CHORUS X3
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