a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn the roads get better every time i cross north of forty nine well i tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose too much oil money, not enough booze east of the rockies and west of the rest do my best to do my damnedest and that's just about all I guess them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat it's hairy haulin horses up across the great divide and them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride the roads get better every time i cross that british columbia line i tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat and lord knows i'm a prairie boy so I'm pretty used to that but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain't the same as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames the roads get better every time i cross that saskatchewan line i tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time