| When I walked on out the door
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| Didn’t know what I was searching for
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| But I up and left my home
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| As a man I was born to roam
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| Saw the land there of my dreams
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| Mountain, river and streams
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| Big wheels spinning, talking bout my home
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| Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
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| Up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
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| And that’s the truth
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| But we got our ways to go
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| Well I came to southern town
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| And I made with settling down
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| And the folks were good and kind
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| But they were no friends of mine
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| I set out on the road alone
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| With a hut full of northern song
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| Big wheels turning, headed for my home
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| Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
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| Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
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| And that’s the truth
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| But we got our ways to go
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| Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
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| Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
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| And that’s the truth
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| But we got our ways to go
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| Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
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| Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
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| And that’s the truth
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| Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
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| And that’s the truth |