Lyrics:

I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine, I had a little stretch of land along the CP line But time went by and though I tried, the money wasn't there And 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'd always laugh, ';we just let twenty go!'; The government, the promised me a measly 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!!! (Arrr! Arrr! Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!!) Cause it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores Well, you'd 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 their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer! A bridge outside of Moosejaw spans a mighty river Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver Cause they know that TRACTOR JACK is hiding in the bay I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay! Cause it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat He'd follow on the shoreline cause he didn't own a boat But cutbacks were a-coming and the Mountie lost his