Western Waterloo Poco

(Paul Cotton)

There he goes he's a trader, moving
On through the virgin land
Got the word from the government that it's
Too late for a lowly man, to make a Stand
His reasons read like a prophecy
He made them up as he went along
Those who saw it as a falacy are
Remembered as only dead and gone
And now we all know who was right
And the time showed who was wrong
We saw them wield all their might
I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long
I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long
He's come to change all the wilderness
Change the course of the rivers too
He's not about ta stop for any rest
But somebody, please say we're through
Here we go again and again
Save your woman, save the land
Save the children, they are the future hands
In the promised land
They're the future hands in the promised land
They're the future hands in the promised land