(Verse 1) Well, I left the coast in the rear-view mirror The air got thin and the sky got clearer Saw a "Wild Rose" sign standin' tall and green Best dang welcome that I ever have seen. The gas pedal dropped, engine startin' to whine Lord, I love crossin' that Alberta line. (Chorus) Yeah, it’s the C-Ditty! We gettin’ pretty in the city! From the Rocky Mountain tops to the Saddledome lights We’re burnin' down the floor on a Saturday night. Yeah, the weather is straight heat and the girls are Alberta Hot! Just a little bit of heaven on the Alberta line. Singin’ the C-Ditty! (Yeah, we pretty!) (Verse 2) Got the Stampede dust kickin' up on the dash Blew my whole paycheck, yeah, the hard-earned cash But the pancakes are hot and the beer is cold And the stories we tellin' never do get old. Don’t need no fancy talk, don’t need no pity When you’re two-steppin’ hard in the heart of the city! (Bridge) (Breakdown—just drums and clapping) Quick-Quick... Slow... Slow... Watch the Bow River flow... We gritty... We pretty... We run the whole committee... (Full band kicks back in!) YEAH, WE Pretty! (Guitar Solo) (Fast-paced picking mimicking a train rolling down the track) (Chorus) Yeah, it’s the C-Ditty! We gettin’ pretty in the city! From the Rocky Mountain tops to the Saddledome lights We’re burnin' down the floor on a Saturday night. Yeah, the weather is straight heat and the girls Alberta Hot! Just so much of heaven on the Alberta line. Singin’ the C-Ditty! (Outro) Alberta fine. C-Ditty. We pretty.
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