Canadian Cousin Lyrics

Born in the Canadian woods

French and Indian land

Scratch and hunt to get some food

Survive as best you can

Union soldiers said to him

Come and cut our wood

Grabbed his ax and head south

The money was just too good

Then one day the game was changed

You'll bear arms just like us

He said "mais non" they hung him by his thumbs

Say yes or hang until you're dust

Battles roar, black powder smoke

The whizzing sounds of lead

Till one day his number called

And he's shot in the head

Somehow alive, they send him home

But his mind is not the same

With each loud sound he'll freeze and scream

Try to drive the demons out

Shoveling snow from off the tracks

The road crew heard the train

Whistle blast froze him in his tracks

Engine ran him down

Relation mine from a bygone time

They laid him in the ground

No more would demons scream at him

Silence finally found