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| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-
On the banks of the Gooseberry lake
There's a
rose I suppose that you hearda-
She's as mild as a wild Irish wake
Like a
thorn she was born to be contrary
Like a boy's was her joy raising cain.
The wildest
rose that ever drove on the prairie
behind the wheel of a big truckload of grain.
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Little k little d little l-a-n-g-Her name was just plain kd lang
But her
main claim to fame was how she sang with a twang
And jumped around like a 'rangytang-lady
k.d. lang
k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she jumped around like a 'rangytang-
lady k.d.lang.
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>From her home down in consort Alberta
near the tracks of that old railroad
line
With her hair she could scare old Medusa,
While she sang like a young Patsy
Cline.
It wasn't long till her songs got her landed
On the stage with those
outrageous clothes-
There were skirts over shirts, boots, and trousers,
Hangin down
from this wild Alberta Rose.
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Now she toured north and south of the border-
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And recorded with many famous names...
Though her style it was wild and outrageous,
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Her star just kept rising to fame-
With her voice that was new and exciting,
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She was called to those Juno awards
She made a leap on the stage and she got one
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And took it home to Alberta, Boy George!
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