"They hop a late Greyhound in Red Deer going southbound
that rolls through the small towns like fast 'voulez-vous'
He's teaching her new sounds, her English is broken
It's not often spoken back in Riviere de Loup..

she said

'I hope not to catch you on une fille you find finer
   hespecially a minor, not growed-up like me'...
As they slid through Saskatchewan, west of Regina
Ten days before Christmas, they were unwashed and free"

from 'White coated Coulees'.. a song about young buskers north of 49.

(one of mine)