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Edmonton

Good Copenhagen
The Corb Lund Band

well i partied with some crazy calgary cowgirls
we ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then
two told me they got olde tyme religion
one says she'll never barrel race again
good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine

i spent some time with texas dave mcdaniel
dippin snuff at nine and drinkin beer by noon
he'd tell me about the bulls he'd rode in waco
by nitefall he'd be howlin at the moon
howlin good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine

look out for them wranglers out in longview
with the left, back pocket worn out of their jeans
they can get you high up in the rockies
so you ain’t never comin’ down again
good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine

i knowed about an old alberta oilman
chewed a tin a day till he was ninety two
he passed away a true western original
near the end he liked it sprinkled on his food
he knew that good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine


The Truth Comes Out
The Corb Lund Band

the truth comes out as the fire burns low
it comes to light as only embers glow
the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night

the deadfall's gathered and the branches are cut
kindling crackles and the smoke curls up
the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn

chinook dies down as the dark descends
pine has burned, the ash has cleansed
the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent

connie says she's never seen the cougars so bold
they're comin in the yard and they're stealin young colts
they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose

the weather's been funny thirty years or so
the winters got warm, not as much snow
hear the big cats comin cuz there's nowhere left to go

you gotta look out for bear when you’re fishing on lee’s creek
they’ll come round the bend and they’ll make your knees weak
there’s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before

half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves
the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves
only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we're lucky

white man light a big fire, stay cold
the red man's warmer, but the old man's old
the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night

the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night


Johnny Russell
Rednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is play-in' there stands the glass
And the cigarette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer

A cowboy is cusin' the pinball machine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean
And, some guy on the phone says ill be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue ribbion beer

No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd
We're a little too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer

The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
The four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive
The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

Eric Church
Guys Like Me

I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend saturdays working on my truck
I don't like to fight
But I ain't scared to bleed
Most don't mess with a guy like me
Guys like me drink to many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the trust fund types
But you came back to me and only god knows why
Guys like me drink too many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

Now theres a lot of guys like me out there
In a lot of little towns
And tellin' all our buddies, we won't ever settle down
We say thats just the way we are and the way we'll always be
So God sends girls like you for guys like me
Thank God theres girls like you, for guys like me


Tracy Lawrence
Find Out Who Your Friends Are

Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere
Get yourself in a bind lose the shirt off your back
Need a floor need a couch need a bus fare

This is where the rubber meets the road
This is where the cream is gonna rise
This is what you really didn't know
This is where the truth don't lie

You find out who you're friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who you're friends are

Everybody wants to slap your back
wants to shake your hand
when you're up on top of that mountain
But let one of those rocks give way then you slide back down look up
and see who's around then

This ain't where the road comes to an end
This ain't where the bandwagon stops
This is just one of those times when
A lot of folks jump off

You find out who you're friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who you're friends are

When the water's high
When the weather's not so fair
When the well runs dry
Who's gonna be there

You find out who you're friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who you're friends are


Copenhagen
Robert Earl Keen

Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne
She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can
She laid a big one on me- surprised me with her tongue
But her surprise was waitin' there between my cheek and gum

Copenhagen, what a wad of flavor
Copenhagen, you can see it in my smile
Copenhagen, do yourself a favor chew
Copenhagen, drivin' pretty girls wild

So I went to the movies with my little Peggy Sue
I had my dip there in my lip just like I always do
She didn't know I's spittin in my Coca Cola cup
She took a great big swaller and then threw her popcorn up, Whoa!

Copenhagen, what a wad of flavor
Copenhagen, you can see it in my smile
Copenhagen, do yourself a favor chew
Copenhagen, drivin' pretty girls wild

The moral of this story is so very sad but true
If you stay 'till breakfast friend, they'll wanna marry you
So try my little method and I promise you no doubt
Dip some Copenhagen if you wanna snuff 'em out

Copenhagen, what a wad of flavor
Copenhagen, you can see it in my smile
Copenhagen, do yourself a favor chew
Copenhagen, drivin' pretty girls wild
Copenhagen, drivin' pretty girls wild