Saskatchewan In 1881

[Verse 1]
Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door
You've got my wheat and canola seed, you're askin' me for more
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44

[Verse 2]
I'm just a prairie boy, never meant none no harm
Spent my days makin' wages out on the Martin's farm
No eastern boys are gonna twist my arm

[Verse 3]
It's so damn cold out here, the wind'll cut you half in two
I ain't kiddin' now, my old plow is frozen to my mule
I've been livin' off of ice-cold rainbow stew

[Verse 4]
Don't be pickin' fights with no Mennonites
Don't be raisin' cane while they're plantin' grain and workin' through the night
Gonna let you know if you ain't actin' right

[Verse 1]
Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door
You've got my wheat and canola seed, you're askin' me for more
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44