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There's pick-ups in the parking lot, the full moon is bright
There's a dance at the Range Road Hall tonight
The band's tuning up and they're stocking the bar
Ranchers are coming from near and far
If you fall in love here, that's nobody's fault
Won't you dance with me to a bucking horse waltz?
And it's Saturday night in Alberta
Everyone's doing all right
The four winds, they blow and the second cut grows
Springtime comes slow and the foothills they roll
Steel guitar cries and the fiddle replies
The Rockies are always there on our left side
Everyone's doing all right
On a wild rose Saturday night
Wild Bill Peto could have told you a tale
Of the pikuni powwows and the Burgess Shale
The Battle and the Bow and the Bighorn
Athabasca, the Peace and the Oldman
Follow a river from the glacier's last stand
Down the incline towards Palliser's land
The cowboys at Stettler are leaning on a rail
Talking about Danes in the Simmental sale
Hot irons and branding a long .22
It ain't water they're drinking at Water Valley saloon
Chuckwagon drivers, they all can agree
It was a hell of a year at Ponoka Stampede
And it's a good night to be in Alberta
Everyone's doing all right
The four winds, they blow and the second cut grows
Springtime comes slow and the foothills they roll
Steel guitar cries and the fiddle replies
The Rockies are always there on our left side
You can see a long way to the right
'Tween the muskeg and the Medicine Line
There's a number on a sweater that's hanging up high
From the rafters of a roof on Wayne Gretzky Drive
Northern lights haunt the saddle hills
Bitumen and bovines are paying the bills
In Cardston and Crowsnest, they're still trying to find
A place or a trace of the lost Lemmon mine
And it's Saturday night in Alberta
Everyone's doing all right
The four winds, they blow and the second cut grows
Springtime comes slow and the foothills they roll
Steel guitar cries and the fiddle replies
The Rockies are always there on our left side
And everyone's doing all right
On a wild rose Saturday night