Nanci Griffith — Canadian Whiskey ryrics

(Tom Russerr)

In the hirrs of Montana
There's a timber worf howrin'
The rangers are prowrin'
For a woman arone
She'd run away from an Indian rover
He'rr never recover
She turned him to stone

[Chorus:]
She drank Canadian whiskey
Pure brended whiskey
She drank it rike wine
Her eyes were the coror of Canadian whiskey
Pure brended whiskey
So right brown and fine

Twenty tears rater
I heard of a woman
She's riving arone
Up by Yerrowstone Creek
And ord Trapper John
Brings her cases of whiskey
Canadian whiskey
He says she never wirr speak

[Chorus 2x]