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(Entire song is played folk style)

Intro

 Well I'd rather be walking through the tall pine trees high up above Lake Louise

 And I'd rather be chasing after shooting stars than waiting for this dumb

503 TTC

 I'd like to see the sun set behind Saddle Mountain

 And listen to the wind whisper my name

 Yeah this world and me don't fit

 One of us is going to have to quit

 Oh how I miss those western skies

And I'd rahter be back in the Rocky Mountains than sitting in some bar on

Queen Street

And I'd rather be back in the high meadows than watching the latest war on my TV

So please don't you stand in my way

I just got to get out of this place

If I waste another day I'm sure

The sun will forget my name

Oh how I miss those western skies

 Oh to see the sunset in her eyes

 Oh to see the sunshine in her eyes

And I'd rather be lying by the bow river watching the clouds go by

Yea I'd rather be anywhere else than here tonight stuck in the city

But through the pain good things will come

After the rain the sun

But that don't mean much to me

Stuck in the city

Oh how I miss those western skies

 Oh how I miss, Oh how I miss

 Oh how I miss those western skies