Thirteen Wasn't Lucky - Mike Martin - 48 bpm

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It's springtime in the 

rockies and the 
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snow’s still on the 

ground

When 
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lightning strikes the 

mountains and there’s 
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thunder all a

round.

It’s 
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raining in the 

foothills now the 
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water’s coming 

down.

It’s 
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headed for the 

city, to the 
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center of the 

town.

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E

Bow 
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rivers banks are 

swelling and the 
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Elbow's running 

high.

Them 
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dark and heavy 

clouds just keep on 
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hanging in the 

sky.

The 
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waters coming 

fast now like a 
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mighty rising 

tide.

There’s 
F
panic in High 

River and they 
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flee at Sunny

side.

	It’s 
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pouring in the 

mountains and it’s 
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pounding at the 

snow

	Til there’s 
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nothing left but 

water and there’s 
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nowhere else to 

go.

	
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Down into the 

valleys and the 
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rivers far be

low

	In a 
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rush of raging 

rapids running 
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wild into the 

Bow.
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C
Further on be

low where the 
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Oldman meets the 

Bow

They’ll be 
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rising up to

gether building 
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fury as they 

go

In
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to the South Sask

atchewan just 
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North of Grassy 

Lake.

The 
F
lowland folks are 

leaving with as 
G
much as they can 

take.

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G - 

F - 

E

If you’re 
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anywhere down

stream by the 
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river in the 

Hat

You’re 
F
gonna have to 

leave, there’s no 
E
quandary about 

that.

You can 
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bag until you’re 

blue but that won’t 
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help you in the 

end.

 
F
Mother Nature’s 

racing here, she’s 
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just around the 

bend.

repeat chorus

 
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Thirteen wasn’t 

lucky for the 
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lowlands in the 

south

The 
F
year the rains came 

raging, rivers 
E
foaming at the 

mouth.

When the 
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big skies of Al

berta open 
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up both far and 

wide

You 
F
better take to 

running, you better 
G
find some place to 

hide.

repeat chorus
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