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Forty Below 
Forty Below (Chris Dafoe) 
Oh, my grandpa came west in the 'eighties To the prairies where grain grows like grass But the bankers and freight rates got grandpa And so grandpa went east, second class. 
cho: Oh it's forty below in the winter And it's twenty below in the fall And it rises to zero in springtime And we don't have no summer at all. 
It was raining and hailing this morning, On the corner of Portage and Main, Now it's noon and the basements are flooded And the duststorms are starting again. 
Come and pay for my fare if you love me And I'll hasten to bid you adieu And farewell to your Red River Valley, And its natives, all shivering and blue! 
-by Chris Dafoe, mid 'fifties. Note original 1.3 is "wheat board and freight rates". JB
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