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I was up on the mainland for many a year,
Spending me money on women and beer;
Slaving in the oil fields and feeling right good,
Got caught in the mail rush and lies, like you would.
I'm a saltwater cowboy and I'm coming home,
All out of money so I got a loan;
Sold me big boots and me Calgary hat,
So stay where you're to till I comes where you're at.
The bottom fell out of the barrel for sure,
There's nothing left now but a lock on the door;
I worked in the tar sands till my fingers were red,
So I'm out on the oil rigs and into oil skins instead.
Now I'm home, and there's oil 'round the rock,
I didn't fool me old man with all my big talk;
I got back me rubbers and me south western cap,
Now I'm sitting on the dock with me screech in me lap.
I'm a saltwater cowboy and I'm coming home,
All out of money so I got a loan;
Sold me big boots and me Calgary hat,
So stay where you're to till I comes where you're at.
Now a saltwater cowboy was some kind of breed,
Life on the mainland just wasn't for me;
Trying to talk grand with me king tops up,
Now that I'm home let me raise up me roof.
By the Lord dying, by the thundering gee,
I'm doing great, you big son-of-a-bee;
You won't fool your old man dressing like that,
I'm still just a Newfie, but no Calgary hat.
I'm still just a Newfie, but no Calgary hat.
