Well, them ol' boys in Texas chew copenhagen   Wash it all down with that Coors   Ain't a bit bashful about speakin' their minds   They'll tell you what's theirs and what's yours   There's Waylon and there's Willie,   they own about half the state   And sing of her glories all in song   Talk about your lovers and your fighters   wild brahma bull riders   The whole thing takes a holt and goes on      Ride with me Jesus, help me pull this heavy load   Don't let her slip, don't let her slide   You answer all our questions further down this muddy road   Old cowboys cross the Great Divide      Well up north it's saddle broncs and it's hockey and honkytonks   Old Wilf Carter 78s   Dumb stuff like chores when it's twenty below   They're the things that a country boy hates   Too much damn wind and not enough whiskey   Drives them ol' northern boys flat wild   And he many go to Hell or even Vancouver   He'll always be Alberta's child