Summer of '92 - Saskatchewan
The days are dragging on, it's time to hit the road againI'm going to Saskatchewan where the tall grasses blow
And the highway cleanses black blood
Dogs are howling, there's a storm on the horizon
The winds are raging like the Assiniboine screaming
And the highway cleanses black blood
An old dirt road, hidden in the corn rows
There are some things that I need to forget now
And the highway cleanses black blood
These prairies, they hold secrets
The winds are raging like the Chipewyans screaming
And the highway cleanses black blood
Empty silos, broken down steeples
A dusty town hardly worth remembering
And the highway cleanses black blood
There's a howling in the distance
The winds are raging like my conscience screaming
And the highway cleanses black blood
Written by:
Jason Dwyer
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