[Intro]
D G
A Newfie's a Newfie wherever he goes,
D A
It don't seem to matter the cut of his clothes,
D G
The gleam in his eye and the way that he walks,
D A D
And the true Newfie tone in the way that he talks.
[Chorus]
G D
Oh, by the Lord dyin', by the thunderin' gee,
A
How are you doin' you son-of-a- bee?
D G
You can't fool your old man by dressin' like that,
D A D D A G D
You're still just a Newfie in a Calgary hat.
[Verse]
D G
Now, over the years when things aren't the best,
D A
A lot of our fellers head out for the west;
D G
But everyone knows that they ain't gonna stay,
D A D
They'll always come back those upalong way.
[Verse]
D G
No one suspected we'd ever have oil,
D A
The Newfies took off for Alberta a-while;
D G
They traded their rubbers and their warm worsted caps,
D A D
For rodeo boots and big Calgary hats.
[Chorus]
G D
Oh, by the Lord dyin', by the thunderin' gee,
A
How are you doin' you son-of-a- bee?
D G
You can't fool your old man by dressin' like that,
D A D D A G D
You're still just a Newfie in a Calgary hat.
[Verse]
D G
Saltwater cowboys is new you'll agree,
D A
It seems we've created a new kind of breed,
D G
With our hats and our songs and our talk about oil,
D A D
We even talk Newfie in a soft-Texas style.
[Chorus]
G D
Oh, by the Lord dyin', by the thunderin' gee,
A
How are you doin' you son-of-a- bee?
D G
You can't fool your old man by dressin' like that,
D A D
You're still just a Newfie in a Calgary hat.
D A D D A G D
You're still just a Newfie in a Calgary hat.