Sure there are Rick
Blue Echo Music Inc. BMI
I rode your ocean liner to Newfoundland
Where I made a living in an iron mine
When I got my fill I went to Nova Scotia
And I fished the salty waters for a time
Passing through Prince Edward Island and New Brunswick
I could see the rocks and cliffs of solid stone
Listening to the seagulls calling to each other
Made me miss my darling and my distant home
Carry me three thousand miles
Through the valleys and the forests
To the sunshine of her smile
Cross the plains and rugged mountains
Keep this wandering boy from harm
Take me to my baby's arms.
The Atlantic disappeared on the horizon
And Quebec way waving for me down the track
For a while I drove a truck to keep from starving
In Ontario I was a lumber jack
Manitoba and Saskatchewan then followed
Where the wheat fields and the old Red River flowed
In the quiet hours your whistle on the prairie
Touched my heart and set my memories aglow.
I could feel the nearness of her warm sweet kisses
When you rode into Alberta westward bound
I worked on an oil rig to make some money
For a ticket to the sweetest girl around,
Pushing out past Lake Louise in all its splendor
Where the trees and Rockies touch the sky above
I got to British Columbia and heaven
On your tracks I made it back to my true love.
Chorus (repeat twice).
Of course the CPR is now busy abandoning tracks and eliminating passenger rail service, and it probably is causing El Nino too…... just thought I'd keep up the Canadian tradition of blaming the CPR for everything. During the Depression if it didn't rain or your cow went dry the common cry was "G*d Damn the CPR".