Key: C
Introduction:
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Well I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
F C G
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
C F G C
But the times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there
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And bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair
Am D
I looked for every kind of job the answer always no,
Am G
Hire you now they'd always laugh, we just let twenty go
Am D
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
Am G
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum
F C
Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone,
D G
I'm gonna be a pirate on the River Saskatchewan
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cause it's a Heave! (Ho!) High! (Ho!) Coming down the plains
F C G
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
C F G C
And it's a Ho! (Hey!) High! (Hey!) Farmers bar your doors
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When you see the Jolly Rogger on Regina's mighty shores
Well you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
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Chorus
Well pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here