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
Chorus: In a nineteen twenty-three Buick six with a fender gone in back I’m 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 workin’ man can’t live, it’s true, on food and water alone
Moonshine stills up in the hills and the law couldn’t make ‘em quit So I fill my car with opportunity and then I run with it
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Bridge: I was born with a chip on my shoulder I’m the scar on my family tree From the cradle to the grave I’ve 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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I’m the last of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass I’m the king of the rumrunners up in the Crowsnest Pass.