Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door

You've got my wheat and canola seed, you're askin' me for more

Better fly 'fore I produce my .44

 

[Verse 2]

I'm just a prairie boy, never meant none no harm

Spent my days makin' wages out on the Martin's farm

No eastern boys are gonna twist my arm

 

[Verse 3]

It's so damn cold out here, the wind'll cut you half in two

I ain't kiddin' now, my old plow is frozen to my mule

I've been livin' off of ice-cold rainbow stew

 

[Verse 4]

Don't be pickin' fights with no Mennonites

Don't be raisin' cane while they're plantin' grain and workin' through the night

They're gonna let you know if you ain't actin' right

 

[Verse 1]

Mr. Toronto man, go away from my door

You've got my wheat and canola seed, you're askin' me for more

Better fly 'fore I produce my .44

Better fly 'fore I produce my .44