Old Fat Cadillac
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But time are hard and though I tried, the money wasn't there
And bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always "no"
Hire you now, they'd always laugh, we just let twenty go!
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum.
Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone
I'm gonna be a PIRATE! on the River Saskatchewan!
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Running in the Dust
In time of greed and jealousy
When clouds fulfill the sky
The rain will fall
It's hding the tears from my eyes
A trip right into fantasy
The colours of my soul
Will take me there
Where confident spirits will flow
Where I can find peace of mind
Take me back where I belong
Give me back my pride
Building castles in the sand
In a place called the promised land
A place of pride and dignity
Where you can find no hate
So stay with me
And join me before it's too late
Come with me in the fantasy
I'll be your guiding light
Just trust your fate
And everything will be allright
Where I can find peace of mind
Take me back where I belong
Give me back my pride
Building castles in the sand
In a place called the promised land
Take me back where I belong
Give me back my pride
Building castles in the sand
In a place called the promised...
Take me back where I belong
Give me back my pride
Building castles in the sand
In a place called the promised...
Place called the promised...
Place called the promised land