#10. Calgary Stampede World Wide!

male vocals, rap, guitar, female vocals, country, dubstep

(Verse 1 - Montana & Texas)
From the Montana peaks where the Big Sky runs free,
He loaded up his gear, a wild one, just like me.
Got a worn-out Stetson, a handshake firm and slow,
Ridin' for the glory in the dust and the blow.
Down in Texas, the Lonestar, the heat of the plains,
They trailered up a champion, through the sun and the rains.
They speak of oil money, but their heart's in the dirt,
Coming up to Calgary, where the grit ain't gonna hurt.
(Chorus)
Hear the steel bells ringin' and the grandstand roar,
From the prairie to the world's oceans, knockin' down every door.
We’re all comin' together in a human right,
To the Calgary Stampede, bathing in the spotlight!
From the Outback to the Ranch, under one bright sun,
The world's in the saddle, and the round-up's begun!
Yeah, that's right!
(Verse 2 - Outback & Brazilian Ranches)
Across the ocean where the sun hits the sand,
A stockman left the Outback with a dream in his hand.
The dust of the station, the heat and the dragonflies,
He's here for the broncs, with the fire in his eyes.
Then listen to the rhythm, a samba in the stride,
A Brazilian vaqueiro, with nowhere left to hide.
From the giant fazendas, the heart of the Pantanal,
He came to Canada, answering the cowboy's call.
(Chorus)
Hear the steel bells ringin' and the grandstand roar,
From the prairie to the far away lands, knockin' down every door.
We’re all comin' together in human might,
To the Calgary Stampede, bathing in the spotlight!
From the Outback to the Ranch, under one bright sun,
The world's in the saddle, and the round-up's begun!
Yeah, that's right!
(Bridge)
Doesn't matter where you from, the border or the line,
When the chute gate opens, the struggle is divine.
It’s a eight-second fury, a battle of the will,
A universal language on that Alberta hill.
We're here for the pancakes, the chuckwagons' loud race,
A celebration of strength, time and place.
The freedom to compete, the freedom to belong,
That's the soul of the Stampede, the message of the song!
(Guitar Solo - Fiddle and Electric Guitar Trading Licks)
(Outro)
Montana! Texas!
The Outback! Brazil! Dawson Creek!
We found our common ground, on the prairie's thrill!
Yee-haw!
Yee-haw y'all 
Calgary Stampede! Hive that!
Travel Alberta!

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(Verse 1 - Montana & Texas) From the Montana peaks where the Big Sky runs free, He loaded up his gear, a wild one, just like me. Got a worn-out Stetson, a handshake firm and slow, Ridin' for the glory in the dust and the blow. Down in Texas, the Lonestar, the heat of the plains, They trailered up a champion, through the sun and the rains. They speak of oil money, but their heart's in the dirt, Coming up to Calgary, where the grit ain't gonna hurt. (Chorus) Hear the steel bells ringin' and the grandstand roar, From the prairie to the world's oceans, knockin' down every door. We’re all comin' together in a human right, To the Calgary Stampede, bathing in the spotlight! From the Outback to the Ranch, under one bright sun, The world's in the saddle, and the round-up's begun! Yeah, that's right! (Verse 2 - Outback & Brazilian Ranches) Across the ocean where the sun hits the sand, A stockman left the Outback with a dream in his hand. The dust of the station, the heat and the dragonflies, He's here for the broncs, with the fire in his eyes. Then listen to the rhythm, a samba in the stride, A Brazilian vaqueiro, with nowhere left to hide. From the giant fazendas, the heart of the Pantanal, He came to Canada, answering the cowboy's call. (Chorus) Hear the steel bells ringin' and the grandstand roar, From the prairie to the far away lands, knockin' down every door. We’re all comin' together in human might, To the Calgary Stampede, bathing in the spotlight! From the Outback to the Ranch, under one bright sun, The world's in the saddle, and the round-up's begun! Yeah, that's right! (Bridge) Doesn't matter where you from, the border or the line, When the chute gate opens, the struggle is divine. It’s a eight-second fury, a battle of the will, A universal language on that Alberta hill. We're here for the pancakes, the chuckwagons' loud race, A celebration of strength, time and place. The freedom to compete, the freedom to belong, That's the soul of the Stampede, the message of the song! (Guitar Solo - Fiddle and Electric Guitar Trading Licks) (Outro) Montana! Texas! The Outback! Brazil! Dawson Creek! We found our common ground, on the prairie's thrill! Yee-haw! Yee-haw y'all Calgary Stampede! Hive that! Travel Alberta!

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