Alberta Postcard Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

Oh, my nose froze, from my head down to my toes froze
Went sliding in white snows down the streets of Calgary
We saw sun dogs, stayed all day till we saw moon dogs
Home to a fire of burning birch logs, a night of quiet revelry
It′s not always this cold. Guess we got lucky this time
But 35 below's impressive to a southern boy and
Memories like this will always be frozen in time
Oh, my nose froze, from my head down to my toes froze
It was cold in that Alberta snow
Wouldn′t've had it any other way
Tell me stories, tell me stories about your dry rain
I see the lightning and I smell the rain Falls but it never hits the ground
Hear how the snow squeaks
Tires are grinding and groaning down city streets
People out and about and on their feet
Put on those goober boots and go
It's not always this cold. Guess we got lucky this time
But 35 below′s impressive to a southern boy and
Memories like this will always be frozen in time
Oh, my nose froze, from my head down to my toes froze
It was cold in that Alberta snow
Wouldn′t've had it any other way


Out of Canmore on the road to Banff
Alberta Postcard, I can′t believe where I am
Sugar frosted forest, wind-sculpted First Face
And the bighorn sheep climbing all over the place
Oh, my nose froze, from my head down to my toes froze
Went sliding in white snows, down the streets of Calgary
Oh, my nose froze, from my head down to my toes froze
It was cold in that Alberta snow
Wouldn't′ve had it any other way
Wouldn't′ve had it any other way