Words & Music by Tim Hus
Copyright Tim Hus Music 2006

Five hundred acres, fence and cattle guards
A combine and a bailer, a windmill and a barn
Driving up the home road for the last time
Trying not to look back and trying not to cry
Turn off the gravel at the school bus stop
Twenty-nine fence posts to the mailbox
A few miles of range road and a little prairie town
I used to know everybody here but there’s no one left around

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So long Saskatchewan they’re tearing the elevators down
So long Saskatchewan they’re pulling the stakes out of the ground
Farm for sale forward my mail, so long Saskatchewan

Pier twenty-one in Halifax port
Father’s own father first came ashore
A Westbound arrival with a ticket in his hand
A C.P.R. handbill advertising farm land
At the station in Weyburn first blizzard storm
The love of a young bride burning warm
They built a life out on the land and they broke the ground
It’s a good thing they’re not here today to see it now

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I’ll miss the railroad line
West to Saskatoon
Counting the hopper cars
When the grain trains roll through
Gophers in the back field where the Caragana grew
And a rusty old Moline down by the slough
Red-tailed hawk and barbed wire, silos in a row
And so I bid farewell to the land that I have known

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