Lyrics:
That's a New Brunswick highway, how do I know
And that's a New Brunswick highway, how do I know
And that's a New Brunswick highway, how do I know
I just prayed for the open door
I fell asleep in New Brunswick (ah), how the fuck did I wake up in Tokyo? (ah ah ah ah)
I'm a real problem, Antonio
Just take a little piece of PEI and old Saskatchewan
Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, Quebec and Newfoundland
Alberta and Manitoba
Ontario and BC
a can of beans I'm flipping it outside the bodega
Things I used to do in New Brunswick
Things I used to do in New Brunswick
They say flipping product is
You aint the one
You just one of the ones
I had some fun with
And now I’m done with
Cold like New Brunswick
Uh
Too much fun hun
And when we done
I
bluish
You didn't see it
You went to work
I went to new brunswick
And I was feeling foolish
Maybe you could see it
You went to work
I went to new brunswick
doing fine
Maybe New Brunswick
As long as we drive
All in all I feel good today
Just one last thing and I`m on l'm way
No more looking through this rear
He was born in ol' New Brunswick
In the early part of may nineteen nine
Six years old he played the fiddle
At the barn dance on the old York county
at the door
Where the kinfolks are a-waiting on that gay Atlantic shore
Down through beautiful New Brunswick and across the P.E.I.
To the rock-bound coasts
New Brunswick
And across the P.E.I.
To the rock-bound coasts of Newfoundland,
I'll love them till I die
But if God came here on Earth with us
waters for a time.
Passing through Prince Edward Island and New Brunswick,
I could see the rocks and cliffs of solid stone.
Listening to the seagulls
So, let's get this straight
You're in Vancouver and I'm in New Brunswick
That makes 5,748 kilometers
We're talking two different oceans, four
show!
I'm talkin' about that guy I grabbed by the hair in San Francisco,
And that guy I put in a headlock in Moncton New Brunswick
And that chick I
key
Eh eh
Come off the top I'm with it
I'm bout my green like Popeye's spinach
And I'm reppin that New Brunswick & New York that's two of my cities
take it with ya
So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us
And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya
From New England to New Brunswick
New Brunswick nigga
Shout out hub city, you not fuckin' wit me don't hand out no pitty
All I know racks, my niggas get litty don't fuck with no pennies
Island|I can tell ya that much about the Maritimes.'|You must be friends with, them there Blue Nosers from Nova Scotia|And the New Brunswick Herring
In Saint John New Brunswick, A city by the sea. There is a girl, who's longing for me. She waits everyday, she's waiting for my call. Way up
the Bush Camps of New Brunswick hired Wilf for a better pay|And Wilf began to yodeleyaee in the back woods of Amdee||(yodeling)||From the Maritimes to Boston
Side by side
New Year's it's '99
We're faded on a Thursday before midnight
In a basement in New Brunswick
Red cups, red wine
Two hundred voices
fish for flounder in Newfoundland
You can bask on sunny beaches in New Brunswick
Though warning may sound silly
Better brains have turned to jelly
When
eyes and a 10,000 yard stare
Seventeen New Brunswick bars playing basements growing up
Dollar demos and matinees and malls and parking lots
One year
looked like a good time to go
Got on a greyhound to ride up to macon
No one is new brunswick would quite understand
She wouldn't look at the side
of... New Brunswick?||Fredericton!||Fredericton is a mighty good town, they never turn the maple leaf upside down!|Here's to Fredericton in the land we
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