Fourth town, North Ontario
Father played four strings for a nickel
Back and forth, wherever the wind blows
I don't want that life I said
Figure I'd make some money instead
Pack my bags and head to the prairies
I'll find my fortune in an oil city
I'll find my fortune in an oil city
My father took me aside and he said
Don't let the good days pass you by
There's more to this life
The good days will pass you by
I ran a tab in the motel lobby,
working a rig in Fort McMurray
The money kept up but I was tired,
I'd never missed so much of my life
Oh, this darkness, it comes with the mud,
The bartender sat down beside me
Don't let the good days pass you by
It's part of this life and
Good days will pass you by
I made my way back to the bus
To the man that carried me out west
Out of bed and never had to rest
Till the wind takes me back home
Till the wind takes me back home
Don't let the good days pass you by
There's more to this life
Good days will pass you by
No, you can't get them back, no
Don't let the good days pass you by