When the sun burns dark on a hard luck day
And all the land’s been blown away
The grounds baked hard and there’s swarms of flies
And it’s a son of a bitch of a place to die

But I’m a son of a sod buster
I got the prairie tattooed on my brain
I’m a son of a sodbuster
And this flatland is going to drive me insane

Now I just drove down from Calgary
the flat lands flat not much to see
The small towns smaller every year
the old men older as they’re drinking their beer

They’re the sons of a sod busters
They got the prairie tattooed on their brain
They’re the sons of a sodbuster
And this flatland is going to drive them insane

The small towns shake it up on Saturday night
At the wedding dance the locals fight
The cops come in they want to shut it on down
They ran them bulls right out of town

They’re the sons of a sod busters
They got the prairie tattooed on their brain
They’re the sons of a sodbuster
And this flatland is going to drive them insane

On the dark of a night on a July night
You cab hear them ride on a midnight flight
The roar and the throb of a seventy four
And the booming roll of the stroked and bored

But I’m a son of a sod buster
I got the prairie tattooed on my brain
I’m a son of a sodbuster
And this flatland is going to drive me insane

When the sun burns dark on a hard luck day
And all the land’s been blown away
The grounds baked hard and there’s swarms of flies
And it’s a son of a bitch of a place to die