The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

Well I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine
 I had a little stretch of land along the sea be line
 But times went by and though I tried, the money wasn't there
 And the bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair
 I looked for every kind of job the answer always no
 Hire you now they always laughed we just let 20 go
 The government they promised me a measly a little sum
 But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum
 Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone
 I'm gonna be a pirate, on the river Saskatchewan
 And it's a heave ho hi ho coming down the plains
 Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
 And it's a ho hey hi hey farmers bar your doors
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 Well you think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
 But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
 I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser
 I rammed the ship and sank it and stole the fertilizer
 Bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans the mighty river
 Farmers cross with so much fear their stomach are a-quiver
 'Cause they know that Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay
 I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay
 And it's a heave ho hi ho coming down the plains
 Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
 And it's a ho hey hi hey farmers bar your doors
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 Well Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
 He followed on the shore lines cause he didn't own a boat
 But the cutbacks were coming and the mountie lost his job
 So now he's sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob
 A swinging sword and skull and bones and pleasant company
 I never pay my income tax and screw the GST (Screw it!)
 Sailing down to Saskatoon the terror of the sea
 If you want to reach the co-op boy you gotta get by me
 Ha har
 And it's a heave ho hi ho coming down the plains
 Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
 And it's a ho hey hi hey farmers bar your doors
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 Well the pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here
 I hear in North Alberta there's a band of buccaneers
 They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort McKay
 And you're gonna lose your stetson if you have to pass their way
 Well winter is a-coming and a chill in the breeze
 But pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
 But I'll be back in spring time, but now I have to go
 I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico
 And it's a heave ho hi ho coming down the plains
 Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
 And it's a ho hey hi hey farmers bar your doors
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 And it's a heave ho hi ho coming down the plains
 Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
 And it's a ho hey hi hey farmers bar your doors
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 And it's a heave ho hi ho coming down the plains
 Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
 And it's a ho hey hi hey farmers bar your doors
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
 When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores