Got these lower-middle class Canadian
Cracker ass Metham-Edmonton blues
Living here in Alberta
The 51st state will see us through

If we lived down in America
Then you know this much would stay true
We’d have the loan sharkin’, curb stompin’,
Fraud mark hockin'
Metham-Edmonton blues

CHORUS
Metham-Edmonton Blues
Metham-Edmonton Blues
Got these lower middle class Canadian, cracker ass
Metham-Edmonton Blues

Don’t know where we're going
But I sure know where I am
Living in the shitty of scampions
With these metham-Edmonton blues

My dad went to a provincial office
To get his pension cheque
But it was all boarded up, they got kicked out
‘Cause they couldn’t afford their rent

Doctors were squatting outside
With their student loans default
Soon they’ll be moving down to the ‘states
To back their government

Went down to the starfucks
But they do-nut serve our type
So we’re throwing back dead hockey players
The double regular, cracker type

4 white horses in my lap
As we leave the old drive through
Got a can of pre-ground motivation
And a shit job to get to

They're fucking up our healthcare
Just enough to privatize
So all you PC politicians
Suck my cracker shtick


RV accommodations
But this "rock star" gig is spent
The neighbors are calling up bylaw
'Cause I told them to get bent

Now they want to get me off their road
My chimney smoking bright
A weight is taken on, as the
S.W.A.T. team locks and loads tonight

The acreage my daddy gave me
It’s a great place to park my blues
Freebasing wood-gas firewood, truckin’ in
The water, food and shoes

Short summer bugs I’m breathing
Make the winters cozy tight
Got some air conditionin’
With the windows open bright

Still have to pay my taxes
But at least it’s worth the trip
No landlord there behind me now
Cracking his cracker whip

Some folks don’t want the real life
They like their high heel shoes
Fashionable consumption
The rush hours of sunlight, (there’s two of them)

Superficial entertainment
Alcohol and sleeping pills
Anti-depressant medications cover up
Fluorescent oven thrills

Been, done, taken all those things
They weren’t enough to see us through
So here we stand here at the fringe wearing society’s cast off shoes

BRIDGE

Don’t know where I'm gonna find
My next old pair of shoes
Maybe down at the goodwill, or
The sally-ann, (salvation army) it’s true
But Quality built, 10 year old
Leather high top, steel toe boots
They won’t have been made over-seas
Unless they’re Blackspot union too
Frac you Value Village and your pretty boy standing shoes
As I’m sinking in the muskeg, sporting my cracker ass rubber boots

CHORUS

By the fire outside last night I heard
A rustlin’ in the bush
A black bear sat down beside us
To warm her paws and tush

Got no ammunition
Got no rifle too
Got no worries to weigh me down
No more metham-Edmonton blues

Don’t know where we're going
But I sure know where we 'aint
Living in the shitty of scampions
With those metham-Edmonton blues