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Harvest Train
In the 1920's my father joined the annual migration out West to the wheat fields of Alberta and Saskatchewan, where you could earn big money helping to bring in the harvest. This song tells the story of one trip out, and the adventures aboard the Special Train.


Lyrics
When I was a boy growing up on the Island
The money was scarce
There was nothing to do
So my Brother and I headed out west
On the train

We pulled out of Moncton early that Fall
Up the St. Lawrence to old Montreal
We joked with the porters
Played cards for quarters
On the train

We're away
On the Harvest Train
Away to those fields of gold
On the harvest train

(Repeat)

North to the Sioux we were steadily climbing
Around Lake Superior on the CPR line
Over the muskeg
And the Laurentian Shield
On the train

At a place called Chapleau we made a stop
But the townspeople panicked, they wouldn't let us off
They boarded their houses and locked up their daughters
For they knew the whiskey was running like water
On the train

Why they called it a Special Train I'll never know
With those hard-arsed benches and pot bellied stove
We were packed in like sardines
Only black flies to eat
On the train

Repeat Chorus

After five days of hell we got to Regina
I was placed on a farm just south of Weyburn
Free room and board
Back breaking work
In the fields

But the weather got colder and the harvest was over
Our pockets were full, we were dancing in clover
Some of us stayed
But most of us boarded the train
Back East on the train

Repeat Chorus
End

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