Well I'd rather be
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walking through the tall pine trees
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high
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up above Lake Louise
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And I'd rather be
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chasing after shooting stars
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than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC
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I'd like to see
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the sun set behind Saddle Mountain
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and listen to the wind whisper my name
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yea this world and me don't fit
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one of us is going to have to quit
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oh how I miss those western skies
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And I'd rather be
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back in the Rocky Mountains
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than sitting in some bar on Queen Street
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And I'd rather be
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walking through the high meadow
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than watching the latest war on my TV
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So please don't you stand in my way
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I just got to get out of this place
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if I waste another day
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I'm sure the sun will forget my name
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Oh how I miss those western skies
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oh to see the sunset in her eyes
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oh to see the sunshine in her eyes
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And I'd rather be
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lying by the Bow River
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just watching the clouds go by
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Yea I'd rather be
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anywhere else than here tonight
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than stuck in the city
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but through the pain
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good things will come
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after the rain the sun
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but that don't mean much to me
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stuck in the city
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oh how I miss those western skies
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Western Skies
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| Blue Rodeo |
