Lyrics: Charlie Reid/Craig Reid
Music: Charlie Reid/Craig Reid
Producer: Pete Wingfield
I could tell the meaning of a word like serene
I got some 'O' Grades when I was sixteen
I can tell the difference between magarine and butter
I can say Saskatchewan without starting to stutter
But I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land, cap in hand
I could get a broken jaw from being in a fight
I know its evening when day turns to night
I can understand why Stranraer lie so lowly
They could save a lot of points by signing Hibs Goalie
But I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land, cap in hand
We fight when they ask us
We boast then we cower
We beg
For a piece of
Whats already ours
Once I thought I could make God a bribe
So I said I was in his lost tribe
Getting handouts can be so frustrating
Get in line son, there's five million waiting
I can't understand why you let someone else rule your land, cap in hand
I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land, cap in hand
I can't understand why you let someone else rule your land, cap in hand
Electric Guitar: Jerry Donahue
Fiddle: Steve Shaw
Percussion: Craig Reid
Drums: Dave Mattacks
Audio Engineer: Barry Hammond
Bass Guitar: Phil Cranham
Mandolin: Stuart Nisbet
Acoustic Guitar: Charlie Reid/Jerry Donahue
Lead Vocals: Craig Reid
Backing Vocals: Charlie Reid/Craig Reid