Chords for Corb Lund Hurtin' Albertan Lyrics

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Yeah, breaker breaker, this is Misty Jack rolling northbound through [B] Montana.
[E] I got the monado past you and Dylan in my tail light.
It's been double-naked most of the way.
_ Rodeo's over and it's back to the crater for the same Monday morning. _ _ _ _
A dune of [E] diesel pulling hard with a horse trailer in tow.
Montana side of sweet grass and I'm a-headed home. _
[A] Troika buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn-out saddle [D] horn.
[E] Bareback riders and T-rope is a husky taterporn.
[B] Well, the roads get better every time I cross North Cove [Eb] 49.
[E] I've chipped my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine [A] line.
Hurting, now, hurting with nothing more to [E] lose.
Too much oil money, not enough booze. _
[Am] East of the Rockies and [A] west of the rest.
I do [B] my best to do my damnest and [D] that's just about all [E] I guess.
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Yeah, breaker one-nine, you got your ears on?
_ Just finishing a run out to the left coast.
_ Cloverdale, Williams Lake, and Paukland.
_ It's good weather up on the coast.
At my eyes, it feels like Bambi the whole time.
Adler Alley.
I'm just past Revelstoke now, climbing the Rogers Pass.
Second snow shed, following a couple of log trucks.
Soft shoulders and dangerous curves.
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_ Hey, I think I just saw a sandboy.
Well, them windy, beastly mountain passes finally sliding out.
Hairpin turns and PST got my heart up in the throat.
[A] Kids hairy, hauling horses up across the Great Divide.
[E] And them wild, chill, cold, buckaroos, they sure know how to ride.
[B] Well, the roads get better every time I cross that British Columbia line.
[E] I tip my hat and it's good to be back down off the kicking horse line.
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Hurtin', now hurtin', with nothing more to [E] lose.
Too much oil money, not enough booze.
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East of the Rockies and west of the rest.
I do [Bm] my best to do my damnest and that's just [Ab] about all I [E] guess.
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[D] _ _ Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, long gone Saskatchewan.
_ _ I'm westbound with a prairie fire in my eyes.
Think I'll back off the hammer and rest a month.
Go horizontal for a couple of hours before I put her in the rhubarb. _ _ _
Come again on the richest in grounds for a run.
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Well, Saskabush is pretty, yep, she's pretty flat.
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Lord [E] knows I'm a prairie boy, so I'm pretty fat.
[A] Farmers facing off with golfers, man it ain't the [Em] same.
Been home at the saddle dome before the order's at the [Bm] flame.
[B] Well, the roads get better every time I cross that [Eb] Saskatchewan line.
[E] I tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard.
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Hurtin', now [A] hurtin', with nothing more to [E]
lose.
Too much oil money, never enough booze.
[A] East of the Rockies and west of the rest.
Do [Bm] my best to do my damn business, [A] it's just about all I [E]
guess. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Yeah, driver, you got your flappers on.
Let's get off this trucker channel and take her on down to two.
You see that Bulldog cocktail on the freight burner?
It's about the blue line doors off going by.
Better watch for Smokey on four legs, the Royal Mounted Police.
That picture-taker's gonna send them an invitation right away. _ _
Keep the shiny side up.
_ Goodbye turkey, so long. _
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