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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
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In a nineteen twenty-three Buick six with a fender gone in back
Iâm 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 workinâ man canât live, itâs true, on food and water alone
Moonshine stills up in the hills and the law couldnât make âem quit
So I fill my car with opportunity and then I run with it
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I was born with a chip on my shoulder
Iâm the scar on my family tree
From the cradle to the grave Iâve 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
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Iâm the last of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass
Iâm the king of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass