I came across the border with a posse on my tail

Trying 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

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

In a nineteen twenty-three Buick six with a fender gone in back

I'm the best of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass

From Blairmore to Coleman right on down the line

The police kept a road-block check-stop over on the Fernie side

I got Black Mare whiskey in the back seat and a whole lot more in the truck

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

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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

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

So I fill my car with opportunity and then I run with it

I was born with a chip on my shoulder

I'm the scar on my family tree

From the cradle to the grave I've been a step away

From the penetentiaryI outrun the A.P.P. I stay one step ahead

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

I'm the last of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass

I'm the king of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass