[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 .44Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
