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Goodbye Jim & Jackie, goodbye John & May
We hate to see you leaving, bound for the USA
But if you don't believe your country should come before yourself
Ya can better serve your country, by living somewhere else

I know the times are changing, factories closing down
But if you stay and help us, we can turn these things around
But if you don't believe your country should come before yourself

Hey-Hi, Hey-Hi-Ho, the best man in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe,
Mufferaw Joe

Big Joe Mufferaw paddled into Mattawa
All the way from Ottawa in just one day
Hey-Hey
On the river Ottawa the best man we ever saw
Was Big Joe Mufferaw the old folks say

|When the ‘Big Wheel' strolls around man, do you dread it?|When the workplace gets you down boy, do you let it?|And do you think your boss, is just a jolly old Santa Clause|We'll there's a clause in Murphy's Law, says ‘Just forget it'.||CHORUS:|This old world is so unforgivin'|It's a wonder how a good man keeps on livin'|No matter what you try, you can work and laugh or cry,|But you won't fly them Broken Wings to heaven. (X2)||Do you bring your pay-cheque home or do you bank it?|Or does your wife hand up the phone because you drank it?|And does your old dog bite, when you sleep with him at night?|Or does he cuddle up real tight there in the blanket? - CHORUS||Does the phone call say, there's someone at the station?|And your mother-in-law is here for a long vacation?|And man, does she look mad; she's found out you've been bad,|And she's got no time for 'simple' conversation.|- CHORUS|

C-A-N-A-D-A
Tell me, what's a Douglas fir?
C-A-N-A-D-A
Bet you never heard a bobcat purr
C-A-N-A-D-A
Have you ever seen a lobster crawl?
In Canada we get to see them all

Hello out there, were on the air
it's hockey night tonight!
The tension grows,
the whistle blows,
and the puck goes down the ice.
The golie jumps,
and and the players bump,
and the fans all go insane.

It's time to move along|Write another song|You made a schmuck|Of a damned good trucker|And done your daddy wrong||And as I roll along|Hear my truckin' song|You made your play|Now clear the way|It's time to move along||It's time to move along|Time to move along|There's another load|On down the road|And a new love just beyond||And as I roll along|Hear my truckin' song|I warned you twice|Now pay the price|It's time to move along||It's time to move along|You tried to steer me wrong|Open your eyes|And realize|Your truckin' daddy's gone||And as I roll along|Hear my truckin' song|I'm all through|With lovin' you|It's time to move along||It's time to move along|Time to move along|You tried to send|Me 'round the bend|But I'll keep drivin' on||And as I roll along|Hear my truckin' song|You had your ride|Now step aside|It's time to move along||It's time to move along|Let me say it strong|There's a place to cheat|On down the street|With another guy named John||And as I roll along|Hear my truckin' song|Your way to late|To play it straight|It's time to move along||It's time to move along|Time to move along|You made a schmuck|Of a damned good trucker|And now your daddy's gone||And as I roll along|Hear my truckin' song|You made your play|Now clear the way|It's time to move along||I warned you twice|Now pay the price|It's time to move along||I'm all through|With lovin' you|It's time to move along|

Here I walk in the Winnipeg rain
Tryin' to get a bus, tryin' to get train
Tryin' to get back to my field of grain
Away from Portage Street and Main
I blew my mind and my money in vain
And I blew my past on a fast Red River Jane

Red River Jane that's her name

Stompin' Tom Connors - The Good Ol' Hockey Game

hello out there
we're on the air
it's hockey night tonight
tension goes
the whistle blows
and the puck goes down the ice

Hello friends, This is Stompin' Tom Connors|And I'd like to dedicate this song to that old Alberta cowboy himself|Wilf Carter||(yodeling)||In the year 1904, Upon a cold December morn|In Port Hillford, Nova Scotia Wilf Carter he was born|Went to work for the local farmers, at a very tender age|Til' 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 now, the wheat fields of the West|The Plains of ol' Alberta they just seemed to suit him best|Punching cows and breaking horse was the life he loved to lead|And you'd always see Wilf Carter at the Calgary Stampede|And Wilf would always yodeleyaee on the streets of Calgary||(yodeling)||When he sang, he'd play the guitar, tellin' stories that were true|For the songs that he wrote, were always about people that he knew|And he took his compositions down to Montreal by train|Where he made his first recording, and was on his way to fame|And Wilf began to yodeleyaee on the radio CBC||(yodeling)||Just the plain and simple cowboy, with that old familar grin|To the USA, Wilf Carter was now Montana Slim|From the hungary hobo jungles, to the top recording star|And the people came by thousands, when he strummed that old guitar|And Wilf would always yodeleyaee in a voice so young and free||(yodeling)||Now the message of my story won't be hard to understand|And I think I speak for every hardcore country music fan|Though the modern record players have replaced the gramaphone|I still love to here Wilf Carter singing play the cowboy songs|And Wilf can still yodeleyaee any time he wants for me||(yodeling)||