Country
Saskatchewan in 1881
by Colter Wall
Release Date:
2018-08-24
Lyrics
Mister Toronto man
Go away from my door
You've got my wheat and canola seed
You're askin' me for more
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44
I'm just a prairie boy
Never meant none no harm
Spend my days makin' wages
Out on the Martins' farm
No Eastern boys are gonna twist my arm
It's so damn cold out here
Wind'll cut you half in two
I ain't kiddin' now
My old plow is frozen to my mule
I've been livin' off of ice-cold rainbow stew
Don't be pickin' fights
With no Mennonites
Don't be raisin' Cain while they're plantin' grain
And workin' through the night
Gonna let you know if you ain't actin' right
So mister Toronto man
Go away from my door
You've got my wheat and canola seed
You're askin' me for more
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44
Better fly 'fore I produce my .44
