Verse 1
G C D G
Well I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
C Em D
I had a little stretch of land along the Cp line
G C D G
But times were tough and though I tried the money wasn’t there
C Em D
And the bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair
Bridge
Em Am
I looked for every kind of job , the answer always no
Em D
Hire you now, they’d always laugh, we just let 20 go
Em Am
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
Em D
But I’ve got too much pride to end up just another bum
C Em Am
Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone
D
I’m gonna be a pirate
D
on the River Saskatchewan
Chorus
G D
And it’s a hee (Ho)! Hi (Ho!)
C Em D
Comin down the plains
C Em D
Stealin wheat and barley and all the other grains
G D
And it’s a Ho (Hey)! Hi (Hey)!
C Em D
Farmers bar your doors
Em C D G
When you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty shores
