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Definitely US cavalry, our piping color for cavalry to this day us yellow on blue dress (though agsu just robbed that)

You really should bring your cold Canadian butt down to Florida. Consider it an act of mercy. It gets hot down here. Maybe even a winter tour, have sold-out shows, and go back with a tan. A win win for everyone

Absolutely beautiful Corb and Company. Thank you for paying such respectful tribute.

“And now you come to mind every time they drive those longhorns by” is a great line with a perfect delivery. Even the decisions we regret and wouldn’t do again have a way of coming back to us when our memory gets a specific trigger.

Good luck with the show 🍀 Love this beautiful song ❤🎶💖

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Montana!!!!!

Love this song it's lovely, my favorite song right now.

Insha'Allah, I shall see you when the dates are on the trees Insha'Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti I shall see you if he wills it and, Insha’Allah, he brings us peace If he wills it, Insha'Allah Insha'Allah, I shall see you when the fighting finally ceases Insha'Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti I shall see you if he wills it and, Insha’Allah we are made free And peace upon him be If he wills it, Insha'Allah How I long to make the trek back home across the arid desert to my son For now, he must be old enough to ride and read and fire the British gun But will he know his father whеn he sees in me the things that I havе done? Insha'Allah, I shall see you when from service we're released Insha'Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti I shall see you if he wills it and when the Turk, he tastes defeat If he wills it, Insha'Allah I could help you carry water and to start an honest business we could run I could worry about the olives as I worked the presses, healthy in the sun But then who would fight the Ottoman and win the freedom Lawrence says will come? Insha'Allah, I shall see you when dates are on the trees Insha'Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti I shall see you if he wills it Till then our desert ponies leap And peace upon him be If he wills it, Insha'Allah

Great song

I remember being on road trips across Canada to see my grandparents in Newfoundland and Labrador. I never cared much for this song then but now im obsessed

Let them play their flutes and stirrup my boots. So catchy I love it. Also play it at 1.25x it's good.

I had the joy to hear this live at Bluesfest! Amazing show!

Did they go covid cray?

You gotter bud! Best autistic I’ve heard, nice quiet background and a crackling fire

Smart, tall, handsome , kind that's our Corb Lund

I Just got given an 07' lifted F150 King Ranch with mud tires, a winch, big bumper, dents, scratches and bullet holes in the truck bed! Best day of my life when the old man said "it's yours!"

I think we should label this man a profit in our time. Not only does he promote good relations between Canada and US but he sings more truth than most are willing to whisper.

These cover versions are better than the originals!

We play this one on a playlist at work during Stampede season. This is a cute version of the song.

Every single song you write takes me along on a marvelous journey of one sort or another. Many thanks to You Corb. ❤🙏

Hey

You’re one of my biggest heroes Corb. You inspired me to pursue music and I had a song on Yellowstone not long ago. I hope to meet you someday sir!

Essential listen for an Enclave run in the Old World Blues mod

Go Corb, GO 💯👍

Corb Lund is from a Mormon county right beside my reservation (I’m Blackfoot)

i feel like i should leave this here. prolly going to get deleted by the algorithm for the last line, though. halfway down the trail to hell, in a shady meadow green are the souls of all dead troopers camped, near a good old time canteen and this eternal resting place is known as fiddler's green marching past, straight through to hell, the infantry are seen accompanied by engineers, artillery, and marines for none but the souls of cavalrymen dismount at fiddler's green though some go seeking down the trail, to seek a warmer scene no trooper e're gets to hell before he's emptied his canteen and so rides back to drink again, with friends at fiddler's green so when man and horse go down beneath a saber keen or in a roaring charge of fierce melee you stop a bullet clean and the hostiles come to take your scalp, just empty your canteen and put your pistol to your head and go to fiddler's green

Awesomer

Good jop

Corb come to Arizona!