High On C.C.

I learned to rock 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.,
And I do it all the time.

I've been in lots of honky tonks,
Watched the pickers while they sang;
From Newfoundland to BC,
They tell of laughter 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.,
And I do it all the time.

I get high on C.C.,
And I do it all the time.