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Last Monday morning, message on my answering service
Said they are down-sizing, I would not be needed anymore;
Told me to pick up my pay and everything the company owed me,
Get my walking papers and then be on my way out the door.
So I drove my pick-up down to the spot for designated parking,
Joined all my friends for the last of a thousand coffee breaks;
Bid them farewell, said that I was headed for the mainland,
Be working in a fortnight or so, no matter what it takes.
Now I'm looking back at Gander, disappearing in my rear view mirror,
If I keep pushing ninety, I might be reaching Corner Brook by eight;
I'll make up some time on that lonely stretch from Robinson's to Wreck House,
And catch the midnight ferry for a hundred miles across the Cabot Strait.
I'm not exactly sure where this ramblin' of mine is gonna take me,
It might be Fort McMurray, could be somewhere downtown T.O.;
My only chance is taking chances somewhere in the limits of this country,
I'm another lone statistic headed up along the U-Haul Trail.
Now I'm looking back at Gander, disappearing in my rear view mirror,
If I keep pushing ninety, I might be reaching Corner Brook by eight;
I'll make up some time on that lonely stretch from Robinson's to Wreck House,
And catch the midnight ferry for a hundred miles across the Cabot Strait.
And catch the midnight ferry for a hundred miles across the Cabot Strait.
