Lyrics

Came from Nova Scotia, from a town they call Springhill,
Unlucky town, a miner's town, Lord, they had their fill,
But for most of who came from there, we'll always call it home,
The good times we had, some times sad, from there we sure did roam.

I don't know which way to go,
Should I take the airline, sometimes it's slow,
The kids are in the back, oh, you know,
Are we there yet, I gotta go.

The mounties are on the lookout for a car they call Flash,
Every now and then comes through and then, no doubt that it was
Mass.,
At a diner they were eating, enjoying dinner and movie,
Flash drove by with a blink of an eye, Good Lord, that was Louie.

There's a man some know as a legend, he's been there a thousand
times,
Stuck in the snow, flat tire you know, never had to work those mines,
Can drive there when he's sleeping, Only God who knows Hal,
Pulls in the yard, brakes real hard, Ma let's have some chow.