Yeah, I come across the border with a posse on my tail

Tryin' to get back to the fork in the road where I first lost my trail

I left an empty bottle and a good hand in a stolen getaway car

Runnin' down the road with a poker chip and a twenty-five cent cigar

In a 1922 Buick Six with a fender gun in back

I'm the best of the rum runners up in the Crow's Nest Pass

From Blairmore to Coleman right on down the line

Police kept a roadblock check stop over on the Fernie side

I got Black Mare whiskey in the back

Seat and a whole lot more in the trunk

And the boys down at the Frank Hotel can hardly wait to get drunk

In a 1922 Buick Six with a fender gun in back

I'm the best of the rum runners up in the Crow's Nest Pass

The Prohibition years, you know, they surely took their toll

And a workin' man can't live, it's true, on food and water alone

Moonshine stills up in the hills and the law couldn't make 'em quit

So I filled my car with opportunity, then I run with it

In a 1922 Buick Six with a fender gun in back

I'm the best of the rum runners up in the Crow's Nest Pass

I was born with a chip on my shoulder, I'm the scar in my family tree

From the cradle to the grave I've been

A step away from the penitentiary

I outrun the A.P.P., I stay one step ahead

And I made my fortune in demon rum in the Rocky Mountain West

In a 1922 Buick Six with a fender gun in back

I'm the best of the rum runners up in the Crow's Nest Pass

I'm the last of the rum runners up in the Crow's Nest Pass

I'm the king of the rum runners up in the Crow's Nest Pass