E
A dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow
Montana side of sweet grass and I'm headed home 
A
Trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn 
E
Bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn 
 B7
The roads get better every time I cross north of forty nine 
E
Well I tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line 

[Chorus]
A
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
E
Too much oil money, not enough booze 
A
East of the rockies and west of the rest 
      B7                                             A
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess 

[Solo]
E A E

[Verse 2]
E
Them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out
Hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat
A
It’s hairy haulin horses up across the great divide 
E
And them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride 
  B7
The roads get better every time I cross that british columbia line 
E
I tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line 

[Chorus]
A
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
E
Too much oil money, not enough booze 
A
East of the rockies and west of the rest 
      B7                                             A
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess 

[Solo]
E A E

[Verse 3]
E
Well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat 

and lord knows I'm a prairie boy so I’m pretty used to that 
A
but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain’t the same 
E
as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames 
    B7
the roads get better every time I cross that saskatchewan line 
E 
I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time 

[Chorus]
A
Hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose
E
Too much oil money, not enough booze 
A
East of the rockies and west of the rest 
      B7                                             A
Do my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess