Canadian Whiskey

(Tom Russell) In the hills of Montana There's a timber wolf howlin' The rangers are prowlin' For a woman alone She'd run away from an Indian lover He'll never recover She turned him to stone Chorus She drank Canadian whiskey Pure blended whiskey She drank it like wine Her eyes were the color of Canadian whiskey Pure blended whiskey So light brown and fine Twenty years later I heard of a woman She's living alone Up by Yellowstone Creek And old Trapper John Brings her cases of whiskey Canadian whiskey He says she never will speak Chorus (Twice)