1. Western Star . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3:15 3. Pheasant Huntin Day . . . . . . . 3:42 2. Master Caster . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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Produced by Harry Stinson All songs written by Tim Hus

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4. Church of Country Music . . . . 3:52 5. Halifax Blues . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3:36 6. Forgotten Sailor . . . . . . . . . . . 4:32 7. Inside Passage . . . . . . . . . . . . 3:51 8. Hardcore Apple Picker . . . . . . 2:45 9. Marietta Miner . . . . . . . . . . . . 2:45 10. Madawaska River . . . . . . . . . . 3:18 11. Short Go Shuffle . . . . . . . . . . 3:20 12. Wild Rose Waltz . . . . . . . . . . . 5:33

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1. Western Star 3:15

Its been a few years since weve recorded a truck drivin song so I figured we were due . Previously we have covered Kenworth, Peterbilt, and Freightliner so heres one about the Western Star trucks that share the roads with us on the Never-Ending-Highways-Tour .

6. Forgotten Sailor 4:32 7. Inside Passage 3:51

There was a time when the fate of Europe depended on Britain and the fate of Britain depended on Canada

2. Master Caster 3:41

The grandeur of the West Coast . The very first concerts I played were at the waterfront docks of Vancouver Island . Heres one from the grey and fog bound straits

Fishermen and politicians and every word is true . Dig the dobro by Tim Graves nephew of Uncle Josh Graves the original dobro player for Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs . I have a gift for hookin fish

8. Hardcore Apple Picker 2:45

3. Pheasant Huntin Day 3:42

This is what the fruit harvest in British Columbia is all about . This one could even become an Okanagan Valley anthem

This is one I wrote for our road manager he is a purebred huntin dog and this is his favourite song . Also for the gang at the Waterin Hole .

9. Marietta Miner 2:45

For all of those doin time in a Potash Mine . Saskatchewan has the great potash reserves of the world

4. Church of Country Music 3:52

When you are in the home of a Native Elder in the north country you will often find a photo of George Jones hanging on the wall next to a picture of Jesus . One time we were playing a show at a small town saloon and a listener requested some Jones . I asked if he had pictures of Jones and Jesus at home and he replied I dont believe in Jesus but I believe in George Jones The song wrote itself R .I .P . George Jones 1931-2013 .

10. Madawaska River 3:18 11. Short Go Shuffle

One of the great log drive rivers of Ontario that is now renowned for canoeing and hydro dams .

Western wisdom and western swing with Kayton Roberts on steel .

3:20

5. Halifax Blues 3:36

12. Wild Rose Waltz 5:33

Honkytonkin at the Harbour . Even Hank Snow would have told you that its all true .

A song for the hundreds of nights that we have played community hall dances . An Alberta waltz in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains .

Here we are celebrating a decade on the Never-Ending-Highways-Tour . We sincerely thank you for your loyalty, encouragement, and support and hope you enjoy this round-up of cross country songs! On this album we had the privilege of working with producer Harry Stinson and sharing our Canadian songs with some of the pioneers who have traveled this road before us . The musicians performing on this album have carved out a place in history performing and recording alongside Hank Snow, Bill Monroe, Flatt & Scruggs, George Jones, Marty Stuart, and Stompin Tom: some of the voices of the great ones . Hope you enjoy the songs . See you on the road!

Special thanks to the boys in the band: Billy & Riley for the miles and the music . Janelle for everything and more . Mel and Lisa for support on the homefront . Helmut & Christel Hus, Holger & Alvin and the crew at Stony Plain Records, Marlene DAoust at Free Expression and Pat McGannon at PM Gigs . Harry Stinson for going above and beyond . Max & Nettie, Quinn Holtby, Bob Dale, and Dave & Sandy for total support . Howard Stewart for thousands of hours workin on the wolf coat fit for a Western Star! Todd Korol, Steve Speer, and all of the venues, promotors, publications, and radio stations across the land and around the world that have supported our music . Spider, Rick, Warren, Peterbilt, and Jeffy for past and present contributions . Thanks to all of our families and friends and to all of you for listening .

Take it easy but take it Tim Hus

Vocals Tim Hus Acoustic Guitar Tim Hus, Billy MacInnis, Kenny Vaughan Electric Guitar Billy MacInnis, Kenny Vaughan Fiddle Billy MacInnis, Hank Singer Upright Bass Riley Tubbs Background Vocals Harry Stinson Drums Harry Stinson Banjo Wanda Vick, Glen Duncan Dobro Wanda Vick, Tim Graves Steel Kayton Roberts, Gary Carter, Chris Scruggs Accordion Fats Kaplan Strings Tammy Rogers Produced by Harry Stinson Engineered and mixed by Joey Turner Recorded at Moose Lodge, Goodlettsville, Tennessee Mastered by Mick Conley at Micks Mix All songs written by Tim Hus Published by Tim Hus Music SOCAN/Stony Plain Music SOCAN Photography by Todd Korol Layout and design by Todd Korol and Steve Speer Poster photo by Bill Borgwardt Wolf coat by Howard Stewart 204 960-1277 www .timhus .ca www .stonyplainrecords .com

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Take a drink and rest our bones Therell be lots of tales to tell Of fine friends and shotgun shells Ill curl up and go to sleep Dream a dream of running free MASTER PHEASANT HUNTIN DAY WESTERN STAR CASTER (words and music by Tim Hus) (words and music by Tim Hus) (words and music by Tim Hus) Chorus Im aon fisherman and through My name is Jger Im HALIFAX a huntin dog Im pulling out thePHEASANT longthrough haul HUNTIN BLUES DAY WESTERN STAR Had a reel in my hand since I was two Fowl and fare thats my job and music by Tim Hus) Rollin my rig out of Cornwall (words (words and music by Tim Hus) (words and music by Tim Hus) Got a in largemouth when I was five Geese and CHURCH ducks and grouse and quailMUSIC Blow my smoke the morning sun OF COUNTRY Bartender, bartender, I just hit town name is Jger Im a huntin dog Im pulling out on the long haul a a-rollin world My record without There aint no turkey cant by tailTim Hus) Im loadedSet and on the 401 trying (words andI music Whatever you set up Im gonna drink it down Fowl and fare thats my job Rollin my rig out of Cornwall Lures and spoons and shiny things I get excited and all worked up Oshawa, Kingston, Hogtown, London All that I feel is grief and misery Geese andtackle ducksbox and grouse and quail Blow my smoke in the morning sun Im just a singer standing on a stage You ought to see the I bring When theyre loading up the truck I took er through T.O. aint that something There aint no doubt my South Shore girl got There aint no turkey I cant tail Im loaded and a-rollin on the 401 Following the footsteps guess Ill say it like this: I start to bark and I start to bay of those who led the way Kitchener,IChatham, Windsor, Detroit get excited and Oshawa, Kingston, Hogtown, London When the floor is busy I sell a lot of beerbeer I have a giftI for fish all worked up When I catch sight ofdance orange blaze Im an owner-operator Imhookin self-employed Bartender, bartender, Im drinking When theyre loading up the truck I took er through T.O. aint that something In the barrooms and the honky-tonks fifty a year Alexander Keith: he used to be weeks the mayor I start to bark and I start to bay Kitchener, Chatham, Windsor, Detroit Chorus: everybody Chorus: I do the favourites Chorus: Sometimes I thinkknows they should have named th When I catch sight of orange blaze Im an owner-operator Im self-employed Two-steps and waltzes and a whole lot that I wrote Im a master caster, drifter, wader me Its a pleasant pheasant huntin day Im a two-way teamster transport truckin Its after gone I always end up Tackle troller, trout slayer Whenever I Saturday run hardis aground Over the fields and midnight far away and Diesel demon double clutchin Chorus: Chorus: Sunday morning, Im drunk, so heres a gospel song: wrangler, steelhead angler you are Where theIts ringneck roosters roost Makin myWalleye way along every highway wherever Its a pleasant pheasant huntin day Im a two-way teamster transport truckin Chorus: Bass spincaster, ender, rod bender Set me free and turn me loose Im a white linemaster, wrangler wheelinghigh my wide load in my Over catch the fields farIaway Diesel demon double clutchin Chorus: Fly tier for hire, em and where can Put a feather in your past Western Star Im back to the bottle and the barstool Where ringneck roosters Makin my way along every highway wherever you are the Church of Country Im an ocean, lake,the stream, pond, slough,roost Theres noIn present like a pheasant in Music the prairie grass Street bar Battling the blues in a Barrington Set me free and turn me loose Im a white line wrangler wheeling my wide load in my They say that Theres an alter River, reservoir, and dam fine fisherman a cat has nine lives Backin tothe thesky bottom with the blues and I got e Put a feather in your past Western Star This is where come to praise When the morning air iswe brisk Well, I might be part feline And there aint nothing half as hard Theres no present like a pheasant in the prairie grass I just live for Ive caught everything you catch The singers throughout all time a day like this I could have had a tombstone a lot of can times It all fades away when the fiddles play They say that a cat has nine lives Its a mighty list so please dont ask the voices of almost the great ones I came outAbove here as a little But I always came through alright Andpup its good to be back When the morning air is brisk Well, I might be part feline I broke wreck a lot of scales in my day There a throne To the cattails by is the railroad track I recall a roll-over There aint nothing better for a broken heart Ifish justare live forbig a day like this I could have had a tombstone a lot of times Mostup of my too to weigh In thegetting Church of a Country Music See that pointer hot On an icy road in Quebec Than Barrington Street bar in Halifax I Ive came outoverboard here as a little pup But I always came through alright Ifthe youSaints think gone We believe George Ill be the one to flushin em out Jones I guess that in La Belle Province To the cattails by the railroad track I recall a roll-over wreck Spinning tales never heard before I like partridge and ptarmigan Mont donne une autre chance Bartender, bartender, dont run me dry See that pointer On an icy road up in Quebec been playing Possum all night long Ill give you my guarantee getting hot I was bred Ive for huntin upland game All of them sad songs they make me cry be the to flush em out I guess that the Saints in La Belle Province If it werentThe for last call Id sing till legend in one the lake country Chorus Im a livingIll atmosphere right indawn here, let me make it I like partridge and ptarmigan Mont donne une autre chance on just to doharbour you every song I know Chorus The race is If the whole went sky high youd still Someday when I reach the end my line upland game I was bredof for huntin Chorus But unlike my hero: I never miss a show right here I have often heard it said Ill jake brake and say goodbye Chorus I say a prayer every time I step out in the lights Fishermen and politicians they are both hard to trust Man might be a dogs best friend Leave my liner and head for a lake Chorus Thank you Chorus for the music and may I treat it right Someday when I reach the end of my line They bend stretch and stack the facts, nobody knows how Ace and ace two-of-a-kind My rod and my reel isand the rig Ill take Bless the boys in the band theyre everything Ive got I have often heard it said Ill jake brake and say goodbye much Ill be Whos the Catcher in the Rye? bartender, its closing time In the Muskokas easy to find Bartender, When it comes to music Im strictly orthodox Man might be a dogsdown best friend Leave my liner and head for a lake Pound when it comes to whose tongue is Two-pair and a straight flush Ill be pulling out for thepound pickerel two-at-a-time Got to settle up and move on down the line My rod and my reel is the rig Ill take more loose Ace and ace two-of-a-kind Find em in the underbrush I dont even have a dollar for the Macdonald B Chorus Whos the Catcher the Rye? to tell the truth In the Muskokas Ill be easy to find have honour: wein are bound If truckin Us is afishermen fever I caught it King and Queen and one-eyed Jack There aint no use Im telling the truth and th Two-pair and a straight flush Ill be pulling out the pickerel two-at-a-time religion thatback is your choice Whatever you got a big truck brought it You bring Freedom em downof Ill bring em it is Findhigh em in the underbrush So heres wishin for good fishin Bow down your head or raise up your voice By a guy on the fly rolling the way I do If truckin is a fever I caught it King and Queen and one-eyed Jack Tight lines and good times You is might be a believer or maybe you dont know When the sun going down Im a tractor twister behind a windshield Chorus Whatever you got a big truck brought it You bring em down If pistons, you land a beauty your net Ill bring em back In the end youll have to find your answer on your own Were all heading back to town Pull out my ready for ain rebuild By a guy on the fly rolling high the way I do Youll have a day you wont forgot have a creed Pull up at I the water holeto which I stand true: Trying to get back to the last time I just came through When Im a tractor twister behind a windshield If you break a linethe itssun justis asgoing well down Illand never sing seven songs without a hurtin tune Take a drink rest our bones FORGOTTEN SAILOR all heading back Pull out my pistons, ready for a rebuild have a large one to tellto town peace with the music that I chose Chorus Then youllWere Therell beIve lotsmade of tales to tell (words and music by Tim Hus) Pull up atend the of water Trying to get back to the last time I just came through The best story at the the hole day Forgive me Merle Haggard Of fine friends and shotgun shells but I believe in Jones Takethe a drink andgot rest our bones Is always about one that away Hank Williams but I believe in George Jones Ill curl upForgive and go me to sleep Chorus: Chorus Therell be lots of tales to tell Dream a dream of running free MASTER CASTER Of fine friends and shotgun shells A sailor has no grave you can stand upon the Chorus (words and music by Tim Hus) Hear the breakers rolling on the tide for everm Ill curl up and go to sleep Chorus And thats the truth You cant lay a flower bouquet on an ocean w Dream dream of running free Im a fisherman through anda through MASTER CASTER You may mourn and cry but a sailor has no g Had a reel in my hand since I was two (words and music by Tim Hus) Chorus Got a largemouth when I was five CHURCH OF COUNTRY MUSIC Im a fisherman through and through We sailed away on the fifth of May from a Nov Set a world record without trying Chorus

Chorus: Chorus I have often heard it said ke and say Therell goodbyebe lots of tales to tell Bartender, bartender, its closing time Man might be a dogs A best friend ner and head for a lake and shotgun shells sailor has no grave you can stand upon the shore Of fine friends I hitch-hiked Got to settle up and move on down out the from line Quebec Ace and ace two-of-a-kind my reel is Ill thecurl rig Ill Hear the breakers rolling on the tide for evermore up take and go to sleep Justfor to see I couldBridge pick I dont even have a dollar the what Macdonald Whos the Catcher in the kokas Ill be easy to find of running free YouRye? cant lay a flower bouquet on an ocean wave Dream a dream in all and them seeds There aint no use ImSomewhere telling the truth the truth is what Two-pair and a straight flush ng out the pickerel two-at-a-time You may mourn and cry but a sailor has no grave I picked her and she picked me it is Find em in the underbrush Chorus I fell off a ladder rung s a fever I caught it King and Queen and one-eyed We sailedJack away on the fifth of May from a Nova Scotia port When I found out where she was from Chorus ou got a big truck brought it You bring em down Ill em back In bring a time when the grey Atlantic was a battlefield of war Pulling stems and singing French n the fly rolling high the way I do Convoys and escorts were the order of the day On the Naramata Bench CHURCH OF COUNTRY MUSIC When the sun is goingSomewhere down r twister behind a windshield out there a wolf pack lay waiting beneath the (words and music by Tim Hus) FORGOTTEN SAILOR Were all heading back to town y pistons, ready for a rebuild waves HALIFAX BLUES PHEASANT HUNTIN DAY Youll find me at my best Chorus (words and music by Tim Hus) Im just aTim singer standing on a stage Pull up at (words the water hole et backand to the last time I just came through and music by Tim Hus) words music by Hus) Somewhere on the West Coast Id rather be out sitting in the shade Following the footsteps of those who led the way Take a drink and rest England our bones is an island, an empire in the sea bartender, I just hit My name isWhen Jger the Im dance a huntin dog Watching sailboats out on the lake floor is busy I sell a lot of beer Therell beBartender, lots of tales to tell Her trade routes aretown the waters, her pride the navy fleet Chorus: Theres a towboat leaving Gibsons Landing Whatever you set up Imtheres gonna a drink it down Fowl and fare my job and the honky-tonks fifty weeks a year Of fine friends With ato Quebecois girl by my side In thats the barrooms no know grave Id you can stand upon the shore and shotgun shells Down below hunter, their prey a tonnage war A sailor has You like be on board that feel isAllied grief and misery Geese and ducks and grouse and quail knows Sharing aTelegraph bottle of evermore sparkling I do the favourites everybody rolling on the tide for Ill curl upAll and go I to sleep No vessels safe from harm from the Arctic to the Hear the breakers If we ever make it to Cove wine Thereof aint no doubt There aint Two-steps no turkey and I cant tail and a whole lot that I wrote Im in an orchard outknow in the sun waltzes You cant lay flower bouquet on anlet ocean wave Dream a dream running freemy South Shore girl got the best of me Azores Illa send a message just to you CASTER get excited and all worked up Pickin them fancys bygrave the Its after You may mourn cry but a sailor has no Bartender, bartender, Im drinking beer Ill telland about the totems silhouetted to tonne the sky music by Tim Hus) midnight and Saturday is gone When theyre loading up the truck Chorus Its Sunday morning, Im drunk, so heres a gospel song:Chorus Alexander Keith: he used to be the mayor All along the coastline all the way to Haida Gwaii start through to bark and start to bay Cider, vineger, sauce, and Scotia juice port man andIthrough We sailed away on the fifth of May from a Nova Sometimes The I think they should have named the pale alethem after down And the sound of desolation thats everywhere around shipyards and the chandleries they laid When catch sight of orange blaze You know them bins are four two in my I hand since I was two Chorus: In a time when the Atlantic was a battlefield of by war me In the fargrey off inlets of Desolation Sound Some three hundred hulls named for every town Shipper, packinghouse, mouth when was five of Country Music Convoys and escorts were the order of the day and dealer In I the Church IIn run hard aground I always end up here CHURCHWhenever OF COUNTRY MUSIC the mid ocean battles they answered to the task Chorus: Waiting for a paddle wheeler record without trying Somewhere out there a wolf pack lay waiting beneath the Theres an alter in the sky Where tidewater touches the whispering sands (words and music by Tim Hus) Gallant little escorts: corvettes of the flower class Even the S.S. Sicamous poons andThis shiny ts a pleasant pheasant huntin day waves isthings where we come to praise Chorus: On a clear day you might see all the way to Japan Never made to Osoyoos Im just a singer standing on a stage to see the tackle box I bring Over the fields far away Theand singers throughout all time Just close your eyes and it look to the west Im back toThrough the bottle and the barstool the western approaches in the pale moonlight Following the footsteps of those who led the way ay it like England isAre an island, an empire in the sea Where thethis: ringneck roosters roost Above the voices of the great ones the grey whales traveling yet? Battling the blues in a Barrington Street bar blaze of fire Our tanker torpedoed and a great I did find a love one the time When the dance floor is busy I sell a lot of beer t for hookin fish Her trade routes are the waters, her pride navy fleet Set me freeThere and turn loose is ame throne Back to theOur bottom with the blues and I gotfor em convoy unveiled, we feared our fate On the irrigation In the barrooms and the honky-tonks fifty weeks a year Down below theres a hunter, their preyline a tonnage war Put a feather in your past In the Church of Country Music Chorus And there aint nothing half as hard when I signed my name Neptune knew my number still makes my heart race I do the favourites everybody knows No Allied vessels safe She from harm from the Arctic to the Theres no present likein a pheasant in the prairie grass We believe George Jones It all fades away when the fiddles play the ones know When theyre I see empty bins who and crates Two-steps and waltzes and a whole lot that I wrote Azores Follow the ravens er caster, drifter, wader Im good a forgotten sailor forsaken by time And its almost to be back Youll find me at myin best Nothing the world is quite as fine Its after midnight and Saturday is gone When theslayer morning air is brisk er, trout Ive been playing Possum all night long in the deep when Iheart was in my prime There aint Drowned nothing better for a broken Always on the West Coast As apple blossom time Chorus Its Sunday morning, Im drunk, so heres a gospel song: just live for a day like this angler, steelhead anglerfor last call Id sing till dawn If it werent Remembered no I never was missed Than a Barrington Streetby bar inone Halifax out here as ender, a little pup r,came spincaster, high The race is onrod justbender to do you every song I know The shipyards and theChorus chandleries they laid them down Im a forgotten sailor from the Battle of the Atlantic Chorus: To the cattails by the railroad track hire, catch em where I can But unlike my hero: I never miss a show Some three hundred hulls named for every town Bartender, bartender, dont run me dry See that pointer getting hot In the Church ofthem Country Musicthey make me cry an, lake, stream, pond, slough, APPLE PICKER I say a prayer every time I step out in the lights Take your chances in the branches, tangy, swe Chorus In the midHARDCORE ocean battles they answered to the task All of sad songs ll beand the one to flush em outmusic and may I treat it right Theres anThe alter in the sky right in here, let me make it clear: voir, dam fine fisherman (words and music byof Tim Thank you for the nutritious: IdaHus) Red and Golden Delicious Gallant little escorts: corvettes the flower class atmosphere like partridge and we come to praise Bless theptarmigan boys in the band theyre everything Ive got This is where If the whole harbour went sky high youd still find me sitting was bred for huntin upland game Im strictly orthodox everything you can catch Chorus: The singers throughout all time When it comes to music Through the western approaches in the pale moonlight right here INSIDE PASSAGE y list so please dont ask Above the voices of the great ones Hardcore! Hardcore! Our tanker torpedoed and a great blaze of fire MARIETTA MINER (words and music by Tim Hus) Chorus t of scales in my day There is a Chorus throne Chorus Hardcore apple picker from Okanagan Our convoy unveiled, we feared for ourthe fate (words and music by Tim Hus) fish are tooheard big to it weigh In the Church of Country Music miles south of Alaska One my by one out here inIthe sun my name A thousand Neptune knew number when signed have often said Freedom of religion that is your choice bartender, its closing time k Ivemight gone overboard We believeBartender, in George Jones Outones herewho on the Great Plains theres an ocean Im one of the gets the fruit pickin done Theres islands that see the setting sun Man be a dogs best friend Bow down your head or raise up your voice Got to settle up and move on down the line ales and never heard before And the grain pool elevators are the highest th In the Okanagan Where the rivers of the sockeye, the coho, and the spring Im a forgotten sailor forsaken by time Ace ace two-of-a-kind You might be a believer or maybe you dont know I dont Possum even have anight dollar for the Macdonald Bridge Ive been playing all long my guarantee Way out on in the harvest the sun is shining dow The humpback and the dog salmon run Drowned in the deep when I was my prime Whos the Catcher in the Rye? In the end youll have to find your answer on your own There aint no use Im telling the truth and the truth is what If it werent for last call Id sing till dawn legend in the country But no Honey one thinks of me way down undergrou Summer, Sunrise, Crisp Juan de Fucas galleon sailed the Puget Sound Remembered by no one I never was missed Two-pair and a lake straight flush I have a creed to which I stand true: is just to do you every song I know The race isiton Macintosh Granny Smith When the cedar fires of the Salish were the only lights around Im a forgotten sailor and from the Battle of the Atlantic Find em inIll the underbrush never sing seven songs without a hurtin tune But unlike my hero: I The never miss a show fir at Cathedral Grove Chorus: Spartan, Sinta, Royal Gala great douglas King and Queen and one-eyed Jack Ive made peace with the music that I chose Chorus I say a prayer every time I step out in the lights years old Chorus Ambrosia, Braeburn, Were already five hundred Doin timeNicola in a potash mine You em down Ill bring em back andbring politicians they are bothHaggard hard to trust Forgive me Merle but I believe in Jones All day longThere and in my no dreams aint sun in Saskatchewan and stretch and stack facts, nobody knows how in George JonesThank you for the music and may I treat it right Forgive me the Hank Williams but I believe Bless the boys in the band theyre everything Ive got All I see are rows of trees Chorus: There aint no sun and there aint no light at a When the sun is going down When it comes to music Im strictly orthodox FORGOTTEN SAILOR Pick em, pack em, put em in a crate Ive been asked many times before Were all heading backdown to town Take me through the inside passage pound when it comes to whose tongue is INSIDE PASSAGE (words and Let music by Tim Hus) And ship em to the What do U.S.A. they use potash for? Pull up at the water hole the narrows lead the way (words and music by Tim Hus) Chorus Im a Marietta Miner to the core Take a drink and we rest our bonesto tell the truth Follow the ravens theyre the ones who know en have honour: are bound A thousand miles south of Alaska Chorus: Chorus Therell be lots of tales to tell Freedom of religion that is your choice Theres islands that see the setting sun sailor hasor no grave you can stand upon the shore Of finefor friends shotgun shells ishin goodand fishin Bow downA your head raise up your voice I hitch-hiked out from Quebec Where the rivers of the sockeye, the coho, and the spring the breakers rolling on the tide for evermore ll curl uptimes and go to sleep and good You mightHear be a believer or maybe you dont know Just to see what I could pick The humpback and the dog salmon run cant lay flower bouquet ocean wave Dream a dream of running free a beauty in your net In the endYou youll have toafind your answeron onan your own Somewhere in all them seeds

Chorus On the irrigation line Chorus: She still makes my heart race Follow my heart up the mighty Madawaska When I see empty bins and crates where I found her thats where I lost her SHORT GO SHUFFLE Nothing inThats the world is quite as fine Run on Bonnechere and Petawawa (words and music by Tim Hus) As apple blossom time Ill always remember the first time I saw her Leanin on a split rail fence What I wouldnt do just to hold her again Chorus Thought I might take a chance Follow that river all the way to Algonquin a loop and wound up with a star Take your chances in Threw the branches, tangy, sweet, and She was only passing through nutritious: Champlain Ida Red and Golden came for Delicious the fur trade And I was a much younger fool And he took a good look around Placed my bets before I drew my cards MARIETTA MINER It was a great green valley with a river running through INSIDE PASSAGE Summer, Sunrise, Honey Crisp (words and music by Tim Hus) Well, it might be heaven Ive found it is MARIETTA MINER (words andMacintosh music by Tim andHus) Granny Smith Our romance started out just fine A thousand miles south of Alaska All of them trees as far as you can see Hus) Out on the Great Plains theres an ocean of wheat (words and music by Tim Spartan, Sinta, Royal Gala We crossed the borderline Theres islands that see the setting sun A thousand miles south ofhere Alaska Somebody opened up a sawmill Chorus f religion that is your choice And the grain pool elevators are the highest thing youll see Ambrosia, Braeburn, Nicola Love can be a temperamental thing Where the rivers of the sockeye, the coho, and the springTheres islands that see the setting sun Out here on the Great Plains theres an ocean wheat You can hear the lumberjacks with of the big broad axe your head The or raise up your voice Way out on the harvest the sun is shining down All day long and in my dreams For a while we had it right humpback and the dog salmon run And the grain pool elevators are the highest Where the rivers of the sockeye, the coho, and the spring All the way to the Gatineau Hills thing youll see be a believer or maybe you dont know But no one thinks of me way down underground All I see are rows of trees Her and I is and a Featherlite Juan de Fucas galleon sailed the Puget Sound Way out on the harvest the sun shining down The humpback and the dog salmon run youll haveWhen to find your answer own were the only lights around FORGOTTEN SAILOR Pickgalleon em, pack em, put em in a crate How was I to know shed always win? the cedar fireson of your the Salish But no oneIts thinks of me way down Juan de Fucas sailed the Puget Sound fast and it flows like aunderground fiddle tune eed to which I stand Chorus: (words and music bytrue: Tim Hus) And ship em to the U.S.A. The great douglas fir at Cathedral Grove When the cedar fires of the Salish were the only lights around Thats running through my mind ng seven songs hurtin tuneyears old Chorus: Werewithout alreadya five hundred time inGrove a potash mine Chorus: Over the rocks The great douglas fir Doin at Cathedral and the rapids peace with the music that I chose Chorus: Chorus There aint no sun in Saskatchewan Buddy, fall for a barrel racer Were already five hundred years old Doin time Along in a potash mine dont the Opeongo Line Merle Haggard but I you believe Jones Chorus: There aint no sun and there aint no light at all A sailor has no grave canin stand upon the shore spend your life tryin to chase her There aintThe no sun in Youll Saskatchewan I hitch-hiked out from Quebec moose and the goose and the caribou Hank Williams but I believe in George Jones been asked many times before Hear the breakers onthe theinside tide for evermore Shes got a horse trailer in tow Take merolling through passage Chorus: Just to see Ive There aintIn noan sun and there aint no light at all what I could pick empire so already vast What do they use potash for? You cant lay a flower bouquet on an ocean wave Shell break your heart as a matter of course Let the narrows lead the way Ive been asked manythey times before Somewhere in allpassage them seeds You know say they came all this way Take me through the inside Im a Marietta Miner You may mourn buttheyre a sailorthe has no grave every you sing Followand the cry ravens ones who know What do they use I picked her and she picked me to the core Just to potash try And andfor? find a song beaver felt hatabout horses Let the narrows lead the way Youll find me at my best Analyzer, fertilizer a cloverleaf she madeIher turns Wont her back dont know Im a Marietta Miner Around to the bring core fell off a ladder rung Follow the I ravens theyre the ones who know We sailed away on the fifth of West May from Somewhere on the Coasta Nova Scotia port I dont to she idolize When I found outwant where washer from Chorus I had lessons yet to learn In a time when the grey Atlantic was a battlefield of war A muck hound makes BLUES Youll find Pulling me at my best Analyzer, fertilizer Know the odds before you go all in stems and singing Frenchthe meters straight away On valley farm theres a timber barn Convoys and escorts were the order of the day Theres a towboat leaving Gibsons Landing TheCoast catacombs When finally made the break d music by Tim Hus) Somewhere on the West I dont want toaidolize her we On the Naramata Bench go on and on Thats leaning to the past Somewhere out there a wolf pack lay board waiting beneath the You know Id like to be on Its hot down here the whole year long I lost my share of theaway take A muck hound makes the meters straight bartender, just hit make town it to Telegraph Cove In every saddle of the dovetail joints waves IfIwe ever Room and pillar mining all the way Im an empty handed gambler, my friend Theres a towboat leaving Gibsons Landing The catacombs go on and on Chorus you set up Im gonna drink it down You canthe stillwhole see the mark of the adze Ill send a message just to let you know You know Id like to be on board Its hot down here year long eel is grief and misery Id rather out sitting in the shade swift canoe you can follow through England isIll antell island, anthe empire in silhouetted the sea about totems to the sky Chorus Chorus If we ever make it to be Telegraph Cove Room andBy pillar mining all the way no doubt my South Shore girl got the best of me Watching sailboats out on the lake And take her where she goes Her trade routes arethe thecoastline waters, her pride the fleet All along all the way tonavy Haida Gwaii Ill send a message just to leteven you know I dont have aside past I see by thats in your eyesforget her With Quebecois girl by my to the the look water and youll never Down below theres a hunter, their prey a tonnage war around Ill tell about And the sound of desolation thats everywhere bartender, Im drinking beer theatotems silhouetted tothey the sky Chorus Touch a paddle I was here when sunk this shaft You wont heed advice Sharing a bottle of way sparkling wine Take it from someone whomy knows No Allied safe from harm from the Arctic to the In the inlets of Desolation Sound Keith: he vessels used tofar be off the mayor All along the coastline all the to Haida Gwaii I didnt come all along I offer you my insight all the same I dont even have a past Im in orchard out inIve thebeen sun here Azores I think they should have named the pale ale after And the sound ofan desolation thats everywhere around I dont know it aint my fault true I really I was here Chorus when theyIts sunk this shaft ought to know Pickin them fancys bySound the tonne Where tidewater touches the whispering sands In the far off inlets ofI Desolation just like the taste of salt This is not my first short go I didnt come Ive been here all along Chorus On a clear day you might see all the way to Japan I run hard aground I always end up here From themy log jams to theand hydro dams Im no longer in th Im all made right from Potassium Due to horses divorces I dont know it aint fault Cider, vineger, sauce, and juice Just and close your eyes and look the westdown Where tidewater touches the whispering sands I wouldnt The shipyards the chandleries they to laid them I just like the taste of hold salt any regrets You know them bins are four by two Are the grey whales traveling yet? On a clear day you might see all the way to Japan Theyre still drinking em down at Bytown Some three hundred hulls named for every town Chorus Chorus Im all made right from Potassium Shipper, packinghouse, and dealer Just close your eyes and look to the west At the Chateau Lafayette o the bottle and the barstool In the mid ocean battles they answered to the task Waiting for a paddle wheeler Chorus Im a Marietta Miner thats for sure Ive sung down every from song about horses Are the grey whales traveling yet? course the source e blues in a Barrington Street bar Gallant little escorts: corvettes of the flower class Chorus Running its Even the S.S. Sicamous Shestime long gone - dont I know Changing over e bottom with the blues and I got em Follow the ravens theyre the ones who know Never made it to Osoyoos Chorus Im a Marietta for sure a river flows OnlyMiner water thats knows where aint nothing half as hard Through the western approaches in the pale moonlight Youll find me at my best And youll never touch one twice awaytanker when the fiddles play Our torpedoed and a great blaze of fire MADAWASKA RIVER Always on the West Coast Follow the I ravens theyre the ones who know did find a love one time most good tounveiled, be back we feared for our fate Our convoy (words and music by Tim Hus) WILD ROSE WALTZ Youll find On me the at my best irrigation line Chorus nothing knew bettermy fornumber a broken heart Neptune when I signed my name (words and music by Tim Hus) MADAWASKA RIVER Always on the Coast my heart race SheWest still makes Chorus: rrington Street bar in Halifax (words and music by Tim Hus) When I see empty bins and crates HARDCORE APPLE PICKER Im a forgotten sailor forsaken by time Theres pick-ups in the parking lot the full mo Follow my heart upas the mighty Madawaska Nothing in the world is quite fine (words run and me music by Tim Hus) bartender, dry Drowned indont the deep when I was in my prime Theres a dance at the range road hall tonight Chorus: SHORT GO Thats where SHUFFLE As apple blossom time I found her thats where I lost her HARDCORE APPLE PICKER m sad songs they me Remembered bymake no one I cry never was missed The bands tuning up and theyre stocking the Run on Bonnechere and Petawawa Follow my heart up the mighty (words and music by Madawaska Tim Hus) Chorus: (words and music by Tim Hus) phere right in here, let me make it clear: Im a forgotten sailor from the Battle of the Atlantic The ranchers areIcoming Thats where I found her thats where lost herfrom near and far Chorus Ill always remember the first time I saw her Hardcore! Leanin on ayou split rail fence e harbourHardcore! went sky high youd still find me sitting If fall in love here thats nobodys fault What I wouldnt do just to hold her again Run on Bonnechere and Petawawa Chorus: Take your chances in the branches, tangy, sweet, and Thought I mightyou take a chance Chorus Hardcore apple picker from the Okanagan dance with me to a Wild Rose Waltz Follow that river all the way to Algonquin Ill always remember Wont the first time I saw her One by one out here in the sun Hardcore! nutritious: Hardcore! Ida Red and Golden Delicious Threw a loop and wound up with a star What I wouldnt do just to hold her again Im one of the ones who gets the fruit pickin done Hardcore apple picker from the Okanagan She was only passing through Our convoy unveiled, She we feared for our still makes myfate heart race Neptune knew my number when I PICKER signed myand name When I see empty bins crates HARDCORE APPLE Nothing in the world (words and music by Tim Hus) is quite as fine Im a forgotten sailor As forsaken by time time apple blossom Drowned in the deep when I was in my prime Chorus: Remembered by no one I never was missed Chorus Hardcore! Hardcore! Im a forgotten sailor from the Battle of the Atlantic Hardcore apple picker from the Okanagan Take your chances in the branches, tangy, sweet, and One by one out here in the sun nutritious: Ida Red and Golden Delicious Chorus Im one of the ones who gets the fruit pickin done In the Okanagan

hrone Neptune knew my number when I signed my name Bartender, bartender, rch of Country Music dont run me dry All of them sad theysailor makeforsaken me cry by time Im asongs forgotten in George Jones The atmosphere right here, let me make Drowned inin the deep when I was it inclear: my prime If the whole harbour went me sitting Remembered bysky no high one Iyoud neverstill wasfind missed laying Possum all night long right here Im asing forgotten sailor from the Battle of the Atlantic t for last call Id till dawn on just to do you every song I know Chorus my hero: IChorus never miss a show er every time I step out inclosing the lights Bartender, bartender, its time for the music and may I treat it right Got to settle up and move on down the line oys in the band theyre everything Ive got Bridge INSIDE PASSAGE I dont even have a dollar for the Macdonald mes toaint music Im orthodox (words and by Tim Hus) There no usestrictly Immusic telling the truth and the truth is what

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Chorus WILD ROSE WALTZ MADAWASKA RIVER (words and music by Tim Hus) (words and music by Tim Hus) WILD ROSE WALTZ (words and music by Tim Hus) SHORT GO SHUFFLE Theres pick-ups in the parking lot the full moon is bright Chorus: (words andTheres music by Tim Hus) a dance at the range road hall tonight RE APPLE PICKER Thats where I found her thats where I lost her Theres pick-ups in the parking lot the full moon is bright Chorus Follow my heart up the mighty Madawaska bands tuning up and theyre stocking the bar music by Tim Hus) Run on Bonnechere and Petawawa Leanin onThe a split rail fence Theres a dance at the range road hall tonight Thats where I found her thats where I lost her from near and far ranchers are coming Ill always the tangy, first time I saw her Take your chances inremember the branches, sweet, and Thought I The might take a chance The bands tuning up and theyre stocking the bar Run on Bonnechere and Petawawa If you in love I wouldnt do just to hold her again nutritious: What Ida Red and Golden Delicious Threw a loop andfall wound uphere withthats a starnobodys fault The ranchers are coming from near and far Ill always remember the first time I saw her me to a Wild Rose Waltz? Wont you dance with She was only passing through Hardcore! Follow that river all the way to Algonquin If you fall in love here thats nobodys fault What I wouldnt do just to hold her again And I was a much younger fool pple picker from the Okanagan Wont you dance with me to a Wild Rose Waltz? Follow that river all the way to Algonquin Champlain Placed my Chorus: bets before I drew my cards out here in the sun came for the fur trade MARIETTA MINER And hethe took a good look around he ones who gets fruit pickin done Itsfur Saturday Chorus: (words and music by Tim Hus) came for the trade night in Alberta It was a great green valley with a river running through ChamplainOur romance started out just fine nagan Everyones And he took a good look around doing alright Its Saturday night in Alberta Out here on the it Great Plains theres an found ocean of wheat Well, might be heaven Ive We crossedThe the four borderline winds they blowthrough It was a great green valley with a river running Everyones doing alright And the grain pool elevators are the All of them trees as far as highest you canthing see youll see Love can be a temperamental unrise, Honey Crisp And the second cutthing grows Well, it might be heaven Ive found The four winds they blow WayGranny out on the harvest the sun isa shining down Somebody opened up sawmill For a whileSpringtime we had it right and Smith trees as far as you can comes see slow And the second cut grows But no one thinks methe waylumberjacks down underground You canof hear with the big broad axe All of themHer and I and athe Featherlite nta, Royal Gala And foothills they roll Somebody opened up a sawmill Springtime comes slow All the way to the Gatineau Hills How was I The to know shed always win? Braeburn, Nicola steelwith guitar cries and the fiddle replies You can hear the lumberjacks the big broad axe And the foothills they roll Chorus: g and in my dreams The Rockies are always there on our left side All the way Chorus: to the Gatineau Hills The steel guitar cries and the fiddle replies Its fast and it flows like a fiddle tune rows time of trees Doin in a potash mine Everyones doing alright The Rockies are always there on our left side Thats running ack em, put em in a Saskatchewan cratethrough my mind There aint no sun in Buddy, dont fall for a barrel racer On a Wild Rose Saturday Night Its fast and it flows like a fiddle tune Everyones doing alright Over the rocks and the rapids m to the U.S.A. There aint no sun and there aint no light at all Youll spend your life tryin to chase her Thats running through my mind On a Wild Rose Saturday Night Along the Opeongo Line Ive been asked many times before Shes already got a horse trailer in tow Wild Bill Peyto could have told you a tale Over the rocks and the rapids The moose and the goose and the caribou What do they use potash for? Shell break your as a matter of course Of the heart Pikani pow-wows and the Burgess Shale Along the Opeongo Line Wild Bill Peyto could have told you a tale In an empire so vast Im a Marietta Miner to the core And every song you sing about horses The Battle and the Bow and the Bighorn d out from Quebec The moose and the goose and the caribou Of the Pikani pow-wows and the Burgess Shale You know they say they came all this way Wont bring her back dont I know Athabasca, the Peace, and the Oldman what I could pick In an empire so vast The Battle and the Bow and the Bighorn Just to try and find a beaver felt hat Follow aall river from the glaciers last stand e in all them seeds You know they say they came this way Athabasca, the Peace, and the Oldman Analyzer, fertilizer Around a cloverleaf made her turns Down felt theshe incline towards Pallisers land r and she picked me Just to try and find a beaver hat Follow a river from the glaciers last stand Chorus I had lessons yet to learn I dont want to idolize her adder rung Down the incline towards Pallisers land Know the odds before you go all in A muck hound the meters straight away The cowboys at Stettler are leaning on a rail Onshe a makes valley farm theres a timber barn nd out where was from Chorus When we finally made the break The catacombs go on and on Talking about Daines and the simmental sale Thats leaning to the past ms and singing French The cowboys at Stettler are leaning on a rail lost my share of theare take Its hot down here the whole year long joints On a valley I farm theres a timber barn Hot irons branding along twenty-two In every saddle of the dovetail amata Bench Imto an empty handed gambler, my friend Room andYou pillar mining allthe themark way of the adze Thats leaning the past It aint water theyre drinking at Water Valley Saloon Talking about Daines and the simmental sale can still see Hot irons are branding along twenty-two In every saddle of the The dovetail joints drivers, they all can agree chuckwagon By swift canoe you can follow through It aint water theyre drinking at Water Valley Saloon Chorus Chorus You can still see the mark ofa the adze It was hell of a year at Ponoka Stampede And take her where she goes The chuckwagon drivers, they all can agree e out sitting in the shade By swift canoe you can follow through I see by the look thats in your eyes I dont even have a past Touch paddle to the water and youll never forget her It was a hell of a year at Ponoka Stampede ailboats out on the lake And take her where she goes Chorus You wont heed my advice I was here Take whenit they sunk this shaft from someone who knows becois girl by my side Touch a paddle to the water and youll never forget her I offer youTheres my insight all the same I didnt come Ive been here all along a number on a sweater thats hanging up high Chorus ottle of sparkling wine Take it from someone who knows to know Chorus Its true I really I dont know it aint my fault Fromought the rafters of a roof on Wayne Gretzky Drive rchard out in the sun Theres a number on a sweater thats hanging up high This is notNorthern my first short go I just like the taste oflog salt lights haunt the Saddle Hills From the jams to the hydro dams m fancys by the tonne Chorus From the rafters of a roof on Wayne Gretzky Drive Due to horses and divorces Im no longer inthe thebills game Im all made right from Potassium Bitumen and bovines are paying I wouldnt hold any regrets From the log jams to the hydro dams In Cardston and Crowsnest theyre still trying to find Northern lights haunt the Saddle Hills Theyre still drinking em down at Bytown ger, sauce, and juice Bitumen and bovines are paying the bills Chorus Chorus I wouldnt hold any regrets A place or a trace of the Lost Lemon Mine At the Chateau hem bins are four by two Lafayette In Cardston and Crowsnest theyre still trying to find Theyre stillIve drinking em down Bytown sung every song at about horses Im a Marietta Miner thats for sure from the source Running its course down ckinghouse, and dealer A place or a trace of the Lost Lemon Mine At the Chateau Lafayette Shes long Chorus gone - dont I know Changing over time a paddle wheeler Running its course down from the source Only water knows where a river flows S. Sicamous Chorus Changing over time And youll never touch one twice e it to Osoyoos MADAWASKA RIVER Only water knows where a river flows (words and music by Tim Hus) WILD ROSE WALTZ And youll never touch one twice Chorus love one time (words and music by Tim Hus) gation line Chorus: Chorus kes my heart race Theres pick-ups in the parking lot the full moon is bright Follow my heart up the mighty Madawaska empty bins and crates

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