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Alberta, Alberta
I think I see your ghost
G, G, Ghost
Alberta, Sweet Alberta
I hear you every time you crow
Every time you crow
 
You wanna know

the border
But the shop man he won't order a rebuilt starter on a credit line
I'll take the backroads, I'll top out about 25
There's a high gear in the old

horizon line
Is not part of nature's grand design
The flare stack makes you think it′s dawn
long before the sun

I'm living in Alberta
miles away from

Niggas can't fuck with my weak shit
Sending flowers in them vases
Knowing flowers mean death nigga
Hockey masks like I’m Jason (Jason)
Niggas taking off

Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-|On the banks of the Gooseberry lake|There's a rose I suppose that you hearda-|She's as mild as a wild Irish

Thank You

Logic

YSIV

2018

(This concludes the program)
Damn man, we been walking forever
Well, Thalia's tracking system says we'll be there in just over an hour
Shit,

the Stanley Cup, is all filled up, for the champs who win the drink.|Now the final flick, of a hockey stick, and the one gigantic scream.|'The puck is in

Hockey Mom.||Well then we drove, to the rink in town,|and I'd hit the ice, by falling down,|and then I'd score, for the other team,|You could hear my mom,

And the best game you can name,
is the good old hockey game!

Third Period.
Last game in the play-offs too.
Oh take me where the hockey players
face off down

Alberta's Child

Ian Tyson

All the Good 'uns

1996

Well, them ol' boys in Texas chew copenhagen

Wash it all down with that Coors

Ain't a bit bashful about speakin' their minds

They'll tell you

the champs who win the drink

Now the final flick of a hockey stick
And on one gigantic screen
The puck is in - the home team wins
That good old hockey game

Johnny had a big (stick?) on his team, coach (can't scream?)
Johnny was a real cute altar boy, he's the coaches toy

He likes him first in line
He

(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I had to see in your face (ayy)
Yeah, blessings on my line, I felt one day, yeah
While I'm out here drownin', I'ma jump the gate

She's from Saskatchewan
Skips a curling team
The youngest such skip
Alberta's ever seen
She was a Masters champ
In 20-14
And now she rules the ice

Hockey Mom.||Well then we drove, to the rink in town,|and I'd hit the ice, by falling down,|and then I'd score, for the other team,|You could hear my mom,

puck is in & EDMONTON!"", the good ol' hockey game.

Stompin Tom ends the song here
but Corb Lund & Tim Hesh
they wrote that famous 4th verse, so here we

The Hockey Song

Stompin' Tom Connors

25 of the Best Stompin' Tom Souvenirs

1998

flick, of a hockey stick, and the one gigantic scream.
"The puck is in! The home team wins!", the good ol' hockey game.

[Chorus: x3]

(It's in

Don't get sloppy
Melancholy
Moments in hockey

No dignity, potential malignity
Wanting it to be a line of symmetry
Deliberately, complicity
Going down in

you do, you won’t do me,
I am a shooter with shooters, I dare one you niggas to try me, Ice round my neck like it’s hockey,
I crush the diamonds off in

had it easy in Alberta's capital
At least I learned a few lessons that know were valuable
I'll always be who I am and never act casual
Climb my way up

you crossing Southern Alberta
Canola fields at harvest time
Looked like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows
Brown rusty contour lines
And there's not

in

All-white Aston, got hockey seats (hey)
Harmony, peace and quiet, please (quiet)
Spent two million on rocks at least (woah, woah, woah)

One Two Three

Blue grass lutes
Back wood black boots
Track meets similar to grass roots I easily pull
Drive across the province Alberta deep in my

a tightrope from Alberta to Milwaukee
Flowzus in the clubhouse, Hilly on the walky talky
Song about gymnastics, I'm too cold to play hockey
We took it back