THE MARITIMES

THE MARITIMES

I watch the first fall of snow
And dress in boots & gloves
I add another blanket on
The electric one I love;
I make a pot of chili
I roll a bunch of dimes
I bake a poor mans pie
Hard times.....in the maritimes.

They say the lobster's fading
They blame the DFO
Some moved out West to work
Why, I do not know;
There's fewer jobs everywhere
Prices go up & up
Soon, before we know it
No Tim Horten's in our cup.

Gas & oil's higher now
Can't afford to mow the grass
Toilet paper's too high priced
To even wipe our ass;
Milk and fruit, forget it
Can't even buy ice cream
Flour's gone through the roof
Enough to make us scream.

Hard times in the Maritimes
Now it's almost Christmas
Slim pickings here this year
So I'm just giving kisses;
Too cold to rub noses
Too broke to buy a gift
I may have to hitchhike
So stop & give a lift.

It's mighty cold in my bed
So I crank the blanket up
And lean back on my pillows
As hot chocolate I do sup;
The snow is softly falling
All's quiet and so bright
Hard times in the Maritimes
Beats anywhere else tonight.