The roads are long and the roads are straight No gas stations or corner stores Just trees on trees on trees on trees on billboards
Though the sky is wide And the sun is hot Oh how I miss the winding hills of British Columbia
Though the work it was hard And the mountains they were cold still I had arms to hold around me I'm worried about Alberta
A friend she followed to this flat land He'd work the rigs, she'd make him casseroles And she'd say please oh please of please oh please come home But he'd show up late And his eyes were glazed How she missed the windy freedom of the maritimes
Though I've come here with my pack To work hard for a dime The nearest lake is my ocean And I'm worried about Alberta
You've got a really pretty face Come on over and we'll talk a while Oh tease oh tease oh tease oh tease this tall child Though your gaze was vague and you grew tired I'd still collapse into your hopeful possibility
Your broad shoulders and your back weathered by the rain can't shelter children from this province I could tell you were worried about Alberta
I've been driving for an hour Next to a blonde and beautied passenger And she cries please oh please oh please oh please father I paid you back I've got no cash But I'm making stories that how dare you try to save me from
I pull over finally to a bar in Canyon Creek where Judy tells us that we're butterflies
I forgive you, Alberta I'll fly away soon AlbertaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
