作曲 : Rutledge
all my city is dressed in skinher lips are darkher ankles thinoh my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin?my country's cold in autumn's chainsevery time 
I think of her it rainswhen she breathes upon the morningshe shakes all the weather vanesnow 
I try to keep a steady handbecause 
I'm living in a shaky landlord 
I try to be an honest manbut it's tougher than 
I ever plannedin the westbound air tonight are those centuriesmy tongue-tied beheaded bridethe 
Alberta breezeoh 
David drive like you've never doneoh 
Sarah sing like you've never sungoh my dizzy ballerina spin like you've never spunnow 
I'm sending you a telegramabout my days in the caravanwith the steers and the bleating lambstook the money and away 
I ranI recall how the dress you wore rose above your kneesas the thrush flew from the mouth of the 
Alberta breezethe summer's turned it's back on me with a sorrow-laden symmetrywith a highway kind of robberylike my life was an apologynow 
I don't think about you all the timeonly when the trees sway somehow slaughtered by the 
Alberta breeze