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You were still a kid when your mama got ill
The times were rough had to play it tough
Couldn’t live off goodwill
You left home at the age of fifteen
Nothing to your name but an old pair of jeans
The year was nineteen nineteen
No education, just a hardworking youth
Sandy, I guess you were wild inside
A wrangler in the badlands
With freedom at hand
Willing to take a ride
On the other side
You walked fifty miles to reach another town
Looking for some work you’ve been all around
Never let yourself down
You hid under the bridge where the freight trains passed
When they slowed them down you ran real fast
And your feet went off the grass
Kept on moving, and lived from day-to-day
Sandy, I guess you were wild inside
A wrangler in the badlands
With freedom at hand
Willing to take a ride
On the other side
Like a drifting raft in the heart of a river
You made it out west and were hired as a miner
In the coal mine of drumheller
With your mauser 43 and your cowboy hat
Grew tired of the dark, said: you gotta get out
Were put in charge of a remuda
This was hard work
But not too hard for you
Sandy, I guess you were wild inside
A wrangler in the badlands
With freedom at hand
Willing to take a ride
On the other side
You loved those mountains where the cold wind blows
Sandy, I guess you were wild inside
A wrangler in the badlands
With freedom at hand
Willing to take a ride
On the other side
Willing to take a ride
On the other side
Willing to take a ride
On the other side
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2. |
Winnipeg Girls
03:17
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She’s got the cowhide boots
Waylon playin’ on a loop
Bison on her belt
Bolo hanging on her neck
Drives an old ford ranger
Gets her where she needs to go
Ain’t nothin’ gonna change her
She knows all she needs to know
She says: oh Transcona
Don’t you go to sleep
I’ll let you think I’m yours
But I am not for keeps
Winnipeg girls
Winnipeg girls, Winnipeg girls
Winnipeg girls
Winnipeg girls, Winnipeg girls
She grew up with the farm boys
She knows all their ways
She’s been raised like a cowboy
She can keep ‘em all at bay
There’s this place on bond street
Where she likes to move her feet
At the silver spike saloon
You’ll find her howlin’ at the moon
She says: oh Transcona
Don’t waste my precious time
I can down ten shots of rye
And I won’t lose my mind
Winnipeg girls
Winnipeg girls, Winnipeg girls
Winnipeg girls
Winnipeg girls, Winnipeg girls
Oh Transcona
Don’t leave me on my own
Come up on the dance floor
Make me feel at home
Oh Transcona
Don’t you go to sleep
I’ll let you take me for a whirl
If it gets you off your feet
Oh Transcona
Don’t waste my precious time
These drinks are made for downing
Come on let’s lose our minds
Oh Transcona
Don’t leave me on my own
Come up on the dance floor
Make me feel at home
Oh Transcona
Don’t you go to sleep
I’ll let you think I’m yours
But I am not for keeps
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3. |
Hangin On
04:57
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4. |
Black Steel Dragon
06:42
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It was a black steel dragon
From north Dakota
Pulling 72-tank cars of death
As his screeching talons echoed through the night
Ain’t nothin’ could quell its appetite
We could hear heavy breathing
A man was running on the tracks
He could feel the heat from the flames
His heart was pounding
And his hands were shaking
When they told him: it’s your train
That made the clouds in the sky rain fire
Leaders and lawyers all came to town
Promised they wouldn’t let them down
People wanted answers
Among the glowing embers
But some fires never burn out
After four long days, “the brave protector”
Came down in the guise of St. George
He could’ve slayed the dragon
But he chose to play the victim
Spat out the name of the railroad engineer
For that fateful night in July
As time unfolds, the news has been told
And the headlines are getting old
It’s hard to rebuild
Where blood’s been spilled
But you owe it to the ones who have fallen
They brought forth the engineer
And two of his peers
Put on a show, called it a trial
It’s all come to a head
There’s so much that’s been said
But no words can bring back the dead
Do you move on?
Do you stay strong?
Do you still belong
When your yesterdays are gone?
Can you sleep at night?
Do you keep a light on?
A light on?
Do you move on?
Do you stay strong?
Do you still belong
When your yesterdays are gone?
Can you sleep at night?
Do you keep a light on?
A light on?
A light on
To keep the nightmare out of sight
And clear up the blackened skies
Rise again from the ashes of July
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Lola
03:23
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Where will we go from here?
And where will we hide our tears?
‘cause nobody knew you were coming
Now nobody knows you won’t be waking
Yes, there will be others
There will be others
But it won’t be you my Lola,
It won’t be you
It won’t be you
When will we finally meet?
And there could I hold your feet?
I picture your face, in the old family album
Who would you look like, smiling at mom?
Standing with the others
With the others
But it won’t be you my Lola,
It couldn’t be you
It won’t be you
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6. |
Outsider
05:43
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Outsider, he’s an outsider
He’s got it tattooed on his chest
Drives a cab at night
Then puts all his ghosts to bed
A rusted sword in an old suitcase
Is all that he brought
A scar above his eye
A line no one dares to cross
You can fool the eye with american nights
But you know your name’ll never be in lights
You cannot change your father’s name
You cannot heal the hidden pain
He said, he was born
On the wrong side of the border
Forgot the words to the song
He called home
Outsider, he’s an outsider
Lived 20 years uptown
Still feels like a stranger
But tries to get along
Jumped the fence, took his chance
Freedom has her price
There are those he left behind
There are fraying ties that bind
Knows the name of all the leaders
Can sing the anthem, swear allegiance
You can’t uproot a grown tree
You can’t unfold the green leaves
He said, he was born
On the wrong side of the border
Shuts his eyes, feels the breeze
Sees the mountain, the sky around him
Hopes someday he’ll get back home
And show his son where he was born
‘cause he will die on the wrong side of the border
Down in the valley
Flowers bloomed
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Tingwick
00:22
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Rise From the Wreck
04:41
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I’ll build a house in the Tingwick fields
We’ll plant a garden and raise some chicks
Eat blackberries in the morning dew
And I’ll play guitar for our newborn king
Oh! Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby don’t leave
I’m 35 and I’m not on the payroll
Struggle was a friend, it kept me strong
But ambition’s like youth, well it fades with time
The load gets heavy as the years go by
Oh! Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby don’t leave
I won’t mind this rugged life
If you walk with me ‘till we get old
We’ll settle far from the city lights
We’ll watch those country nights turn to gold
‘cause baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby don’t leave
Oh! Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby don’t leave, please don’t leave
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby I’ll rise from the wreck
Baby don’t leave
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9. |
Denis King of the Night
03:11
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His daddy was a fiddler in an old timers’ band
He was born with a guitar in his hand
All he had to do was walk down the furrow
Learn to dance and how to put on a show
They had to listen, they had to sit down
For the next in line to wear the crown
He made music like a sailor rides the wind
He played his hand even if he knew he couldn’t win
Denis was the king of the night
He was always the last one standing
When there was no one in his sights
He kept on drinking and singing
Whether he was all alone
Or singing at the town arena
When he picked up his old guitar
He would play it like a rock and roll star
There were never clear skies ahead
Never knew how to land when the needle hit the red
He only had one way of livin’
There was never nothing he wasn’t givin’
Took to the stage like a wild dog a-howling
Went to his grave with his fist still a-swinging
Some people said he was way out of line
They can say what they want he just knew how to shine
Denis was the king of the night
He was always the last one standing
When there was no one in his sights
He kept on drinking and singing
Whether he was all alone
Or singing at the town arena
When he picked up his old guitar
He would play it like a rock and roll star
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10. |
Young Rebel Minds
04:13
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A couple of cigarettes, a quarter tank of gas
A twenty-dollar bill, guess we’re headin’ down south
Pawned my guitar, you sold some grass
Once we’d crossed the border we’d see what it’s all about
Flags flew half-mast in the New York sky
People grew wary of strangers passin’ by
But we knew we’d get high, just around the bend
I still remember you were smiling back then
Young rebel minds, riding easy
Gold candid times and no worries
The car broke down in Brownsville Texas
Packed our bags and hoped for the best
Kings in the evenings, vagabonds in the mornings
Spent all our fortune to keep those beers a-comin’
Folks back there, thought we were lookin’ for trouble
You got into this fight we had to run for our lives
We were ragged and reckless under southern Texas sky
No one could ever tell us that we couldn’t fly
Young rebel minds, riding easy
Gold candid times and no worries
We had no choice, hell we had no wheels
Walked across that bridge, made it down to Matamoros
Two one-way tickets as far as we could go
Where we’d end up, hell we didn’t know
We met a girl, she was a wounded soldier
Livin’ off the army’s dime
Paid for the room, then she paid for the wine
She would never be yours, never be mine
Young rebel minds, riding easy
Gold candid times and no worries
It’s been a while
Since i’ve seen you
I was passin’ by, just passin’ by
It’s been a while
Since i’ve seen you
I was passin’ by, just passin’ by
I was passin’ by, just passin’ by
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Oh Rosanne les temps sont doux
Au fond des bois le vent est flou
Dans le chemin d’en arrière
On aura une terre
Si on se marie avant
La fin des cendres
Oh Roanne dis-le à tes sœurs
Y a pas d’ours icitte, aies pas peur
J’vais t’faire une belle maison
Y aura des fleurs
On sèmera à tous les jours
On comptera pas les tours
Les vieux sont morts
Y r’vireront pas de bord
Ce s’ra juste toi pis moi pis le décor
Pis le décor
Oh Roanne j’ai fait le détour
Dans l’ouest j’ai vu les vautours
J’ai pas trouvé d’femme
J’ai pas trouvé d’or
Y étaient au fond de tes yeux
Les pépites bleues
J’te jure Roanne qu’y a d’la lumière
Derrière les arbres à Boishébert
On ira se galancer
Sous les pins blancs
J’ferai une cabane
Pour les enfants
Les vieux sont morts
Y r’vireront pas de bord
Ce s’ra juste toi pis moi pis le décor
Pis le décor
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Mentana Montréal, Québec
Mentana :
Robin Joel Cool, Viviane Audet, Yannick Parent
Erik West-Millette
Official website: www.mentana.ca
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