Below the canadian rockies
the booze is run with cadillac jockies
over the line past the tape
of the border;
hang your chin on the steering gear
and ride the engine harder–
This is the one that won the laurels
in Calgary for spurring sorrels,
his mouth is redder for spitting blood
but we’ll hit Great Falls,
BY GOD.
(Norman MacLeod)
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