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Battlefords - Hawksley Workman
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Songwriter
Ryan Corrigan
Ryan Corrigan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Producer

Lyrics

Another summer wasted in the Battlefords On a banana seat bike With a hockey card in the spokes A friend of ours who's dad stopped His car by said that "he better get home" He said "you're gonna get a beating You're gonna get the beating of your life" Nutrasweet and Fresca and Pop Shoppe And all the best of what a baby sitter could afford With enough negotiation and freckled smile Another summer wasted here in the Battlefords Our dust coated freezie stained lips And lawn darts in the yard And the richest guy in town drives his New Lincoln drunk on the old dusty streets Balancing a snifter of gin On the edge of his knee Rocky road and tiger tail and bubble gum And all the rest of them that a baby sitter could afford With the right negotiation and freckled smile They say that wealth is revealed in the teeth That's why we're all wearing braces And dirty fingernails That a good akela wouldn't approve of Not another broken arm in this heat He fell bringing pop and chips home one handed We weren't invincible And the sensei said he'll sit out the tournament Another summer wasted here in the Battlefords Dad shakes his head at the car That's been sitting on blocks for years And the weird kid who smoked two cigarettes playing Bingo Then his mom came to his rescue She stood up and chided everyone with her finger outstretched Saying you're not the boss of him Ring pops, banana runts, Popeye cigarettes And everything that's best that a babysitter could afford With the right negotiation and a freckled smile They say that wealth is revealed in the teeth That's why we're all wearing braces And dirty fingernails That a good akela wouldn't approve of Not another broken arm in this heat He fell bringing pop and chips home one handed We weren't invincible And the sensei said he'll sit out the tournament Nobody really asked for this no The sensei said he'll sit out the tournament Another summer wasted here in the Battlefords Your mom says to go get outside And don't come back till it's dark They say that wealth is revealed in the teeth That's why we're all wearing braces And dirty fingernails That a good akela wouldn't approve of Not another broken arm in this heat He fell bringing pop and chips home one handed We weren't invincible And the sensei said he'll sit out the tournament
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