Up on the C.P. Line

Bill Morrissey - Pop, Singer-Songwriter
Up on the C.P. Line
2 Plays
Duration: 2:53
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I live up on the C.P. line Everybody knows Where the women smell of turpentine And that's the way it goes Where the working runs from hard to worse Summer, spring and fall For when Great Northern holds the purse You get no pay at all [Chorus] Well, it's hard times up on the line, hard times Hard times up on the C.P. line [Verse 2] Well, I took a wife named Daisy Many years ago Oh, Daisy went woods crazy On the very last spring snow Now she walks around without her clothes Shе yodels through the day I'd take hеr to the doctor But I like her thataway [Chorus] Well, it's hard times up on the line, hard times Hard times up on the C.P. line [Verse 3] I've got a .308 that'll drive a tack Listen to me sing I spend my days in a timber shack Waiting for the spring And when I see them lights of Jackson Shining to the south I can almost feel the whiskey Rolling around my mouth [Chorus] Well, it's hard times up on the line, hard times Hard times up on the C.P. line [Verse 4] Yeah, way up on the C.P. line Canadian Pacific Ah, the women tell me I look fine And their taste is terrific So drink a little whiskey, boys Drink a little beer You can find your hard times anywhere So we just stay right here [Chorus] Well, it's hard times up on the line, hard times Hard times up on the C.P. line Yeah, it's hard times up on the line, hard times Hard times up on the C.P. line Hard times
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Credits
- Writers
- Bill Morrissey