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I learned to fly at fourteen, they used to call me Speed,
That was in my younger days, I didn't know my needs;
Things changed when I grew older, I found a brand new me,
There's still a way for me to get high, and I do it on C.C.
Canadian country, I drink it up like wine;
I get high on C.C., I do it all the time.
I've been in lots of honky tonks and watched the pickers while they sang,
From Newfoundland to B.C., they sing of happiness and pain;
Some songs make you happy, others make you cry,
C.C. really turns me on, it sure does get me high.
Canadian country, I drink it up like wine,
I get high on C.C., I do it all the time;
I get high on C.C., I do it all the time.
