Maple Tears – The Band Of Heathens

I met a girl from Manitoba
Where the wind is wild on the Hudson Bay
She could’ve been from Oklahoma
If she didn’t live so far away

Prairie girl I read your letters
As I stood by the tracks of the C.P.R.
Every word just like a tear drop
Every stain, a broken heart

Maple tears in the letters she sends
Red like the dirt in the Tulsa wind
Sweet like cane on the delta bed
Oh, them maple tears in the letters she sends

I been inside ten thousand barrooms
From Winnipeg on down to New Orleans
And I seen the arms of that big old river
Stretching far out to the sea

Oh, them maple tears in the letters she sends
I met a girl from Manitoba