a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow 

montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home 

trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn 

bareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber corn 

the roads get better every time i cross north of forty nine 

well i tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line 


hurtin albertan with nothing more to lose 

too much oil money, not enough booze 

east of the rockies and west of the rest 

do my best to do my damnedest and that's just about all I guess 


them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten out 

hairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throat 

it's hairy haulin horses up across the great divide 

and them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ride 

the roads get better every time i cross that british columbia line 

i tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line 


well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flat 

and lord knows i'm a prairie boy so I'm pretty used to that 

but farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain't the same 

as bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flames 

the roads get better every time i cross that saskatchewan line 

i tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time