I was riding trail for the C.C.P
In Picture Butte where there ain't no Trees
And the dry land farmer lives a life of toil
Trying to scratch a living from that dusty Soil
And the wind blows hard
And the mud is deep
And life is rough
On the C.C.P
My partner, Bill comes riding in
Says "Trouble's brewing in Iron Springs
The church is full of Indians
And they're fixing to shoot the Organist
So we hit the trail in a cloud of dust
The sky was blood-red in the west
And those snow-capped Rockies shone clear as a bell
From the mud-caked prairie which was hotter than Hell
And the wind blows hard
And the mud is deep
And life is rough
On the C.P P
Then up comes a Chinook and raises the dust
You could hardly see your hand in front of your Face
But my partner says "Push On" and I say "OK
This business can't wait for another Day
So we drove and we drove and we drove some more
When suddenly may partner gives a terrible Roar
"You crazy Yankee, you're as blind as a bat
"You drove us all the way to Medicine Hat
And the wind blows hard
And the mud is deep
And life is rough
On the C.P.P
