Le Cowboy Du Quebec
J'ai dix piastres dans mes poches
Et mon char est plain d'gaz
Et tous va bien dans ma vie
Dans mon habit du dimanche
et la belle lune qui est blanche
Ce soir j'vais danser c'est samedi
Je suis le cowboy du Quebec
Je chants des chansons que j'ai faite
Avec une Ange pour ma blonde
Ma guitar et mon mondes
Je suis le cowboy du quebec
Mon vieux char usage
Et comme i'll brille mes souliers
Parraille comme une vieille peau d'chien
Avec une belle coupe de ch'veux
Et un bon razoir neuf
Ce soir j'vait d'i proposer
poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
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Warm Vancouver Rains
Oh carry me to California
It's my farewell and time to move along
I fell in love with Old Vancouver
Someday she'll reach for me and I'll be gone
When the liquors good down goes the whiskey
The only way I know to mend this cowboy's pride
So freight train blow your lonesome whistle
And sing for me that Hobo Bills Last Ride
Chorus:
And Lord Oh how I miss the girl from London
And how I miss those kisses I love best
The taste of wine that night and her affection
Haunt me taunt me in these warm Vancouver rains
Narrate:
You know it's hard sometimes for a man to face the truth
about how he manhandled yesterday where he's at right now
and where he's headed tomorrow
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Ode to the town of Porcupine ON. Canada
Roy Rogers & The Rocket man (They were my heroes)
(Ode to the Porcupine)
There's a place east of Sault St. Marie where I go
On highway eleven north of Toronto
Near the Texas Gulf Kidd Creek Copper Mine
It's the city of Timmins and South Porcupine
There's the Hollinger mine and the Shania Twain Centre
So proud of 'Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under'
Les Costello 'the flying father' and Shumacher town
It's the place where Frank and Peter Mahovlich were born
Chorus:
In summer the farmers rise early at dawn
Their hands tell a story of ancestors gone
They'll feed this great nation with tractors and hoes
At the ol Mounjoy Market their produce are sold
Verse:
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Where The Mattagami Flows
This is the original:
It's the City of Timmins Where The Mattagami Flows
There's a place East of Sault St. Marie where I go
On hi-way eleven North of Toronto
Just past Texas Gulf's Kidd Creek Copper mine
It's the City of Timmins and South Porcupine
Go ski on the mountain the hills are just great
The ghost of Maggie will greet you at Kamiskotia Lake
The Shania Twain Center and their Gold Mine Tours
Sure proud of 'Whose Beds Have your Boots Been Under'
Chorus:
In summer the farmers rise early at dawn
Their hands tell a story of ancestors gone
They'll feed this great nation with tractors and hoes
At the the old Mountjoy Market their produce are sold
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poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
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