Hurtin Albertan Chords by Corb Lund

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Yeah, break a break, this is Whiskey Jack rolling northbound through [B] Montana.
[E] I got the monado past you and Dylan in my tail light.
It's been double nickels most of the way.
The rodeo's over and back to the crater first thing Monday morning. _ _ _ _
A dune of diesel pulling hard with a horse trailer in tow.
Montana side of sweet grass and I'm headed home.
[A] Trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle [Em] horn.
[E] Bareback riders and teen rope with a husky tapered corn.
[B] Well, the roads get better every time I cross the North for 49.
[E] I left my hat and this gingerbread bag to cross the medicine [Am] line.
[A] Hurting, now burnt, with [Am] nothing more to [E] lose.
Too much oil, money, not enough blues.
[Am] East of the Rockies and west [A] of the rest.
I [B] do my best to do my damnest and that's just about [E] all I guess. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Yeah, breaker one nine, you got your ears on? _ _
Just finishing a run out to the left, coach.
Cloverdale, Williams Lake, and Coughlin.
It's good weather up on the coke.
Had my eyes peeled for Bambi the whole time.
Antler Alley.
I'm just past Revelstoke now, climbing the Rogers Pass.
Second snow shed, following a couple of log trucks.
Soft shoulders and dangerous curves.
[E] _ _ Hey, I think I just saw a sasquatch.
Well, them windy BC mountain passes finally flattened out.
Fair pin turns and PST got my heart up in my throat.
[A] Gets hairy hauling horses up across the Great Divide.
[E] And them wild steel coated buckaroos, they sure know how to ride.
[B] Well, the roads get better every time I cross that British Columbia [C#] line.
[E] I tip my hat and it's good to be back down off a kicking horse [Am] line.
_ Thurton, Alverton, with nothing more [A] to [E] lose.
Too much oil, money, not enough _ [Am] booze.
East of the Rockies and [A] west of the rest.
Do [Bm] my best to do my [B] damnest and that's just about all [E] I guess. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, long gone Saskatchewan.
_ Well, I'm wet and found with prairie fire in my eyes.
Think I'll back off the hammer and rest a month.
Go horizontal for a couple of hours before I put her in the rhubarb. _ _ _
Come again on the rickety grounds of rural [E] Burr. _
_ Well, Saskabush is pretty, yep, she's pretty flat.
Lord knows I'm a prairie boy from pretty Houston back.
Farmers facing [A] off with gophers, man it ain't the same.
[E] Been home at Saddle Dome for the oilers at the flame.
[B] Well, the roads get better every time I cross that Saskatchewan [D#] [E] line.
I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard [Am] time.
Thurton, Alverton, with nothing more to [E] lose.
Too much oil, money, never enough booze.
[A] East of the Rockies and west of the rest.
Do my [B] best to do my [Bm] damn best and that's [Gm] about all [E] I guess. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Hover, you got your flappers [E] on.
Let's get off this trucker channel and take her on down to two.
You see that Bulldog Bobtail on the freight burner?
She's about blue-line doors off going by.
Better watch for Smokey on four legs, the Royal Mounted Police.
[B] That picture-taker's gonna send them an invitation right away. _
Keep the shiny side up.
Goodbye, turkey.
So long. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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