East of beautiful Alberta North of old Montan’ The livings fine, when the springtime’s kind To a bovine raising man
Where they sort ’em, and stretch ’em, and tail ’em down Like they did in days gone by And good slab fence, and common sense Are ne’er in short supply
Where the iron still hits the fire And the rope’s thrown straight and true And they scorch their hides, till upon their sides The brand is showing through
And the spring time turns with the coulee’s curve And it’s summer once again Whoopi ti yi yo, at the rodeo And we pray our buddies win
It’s Western swing and waltzes Like to wear out your boots It’s horsehair floors, and Louis L’Amour After they close the chutes When they’ve rode up all the rank ones And the chucks are out of sight It’s Western swing and waltzes In Saskatchewan tonight
It’s Western swing and waltzes Like to wear out your boots It’s horsehair floors, and Louis L’Amour After they close the chutes When they’ve rode up all the rank ones And the chucks are out of sight It’s Western swing and waltzes In Saskatchewan tonight It’s Western swing and waltzes In Saskatchewan tonight