Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
If you've driven 17 you've seen lots
Though I dearly love this land
I've stood all I can stand of
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Reams and reams of endless trees and tons of rocks
The whole north is just proliferous
With metamorphic and coniferous
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Motel signs, hydro lines and a flattened fox
Oh construction site machinery
Is a welcome change of scenery from
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Bert loves Pearl, John loves Jane
Must each boy and every girl inscribe their names
It's so quaint the way he told her
With spray paint upon a boulder
Bert loves John?
Trees & rocks, rocks & trees
A guy can quickly get real sick of seein' these
What's the deal with all the tourists
It's just shield here and some forests and
Trees & rocks, rocks & trees
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
A double line and I'm stuck behind a dozen trucks
By the time you hit Kenora
You don't want to see no more-a
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Here's a break, it's a little lake
Cause I've seen all the you-know-whats
that I can take
As I gaze down to the bottom
I can see it's filled with rotten
Rotten trees and rotten rocks for Gods' sake
Miles & miles & miles & miles & miles of trees
Piles & piles & piles & piles & piles of rocks
When God made this northern land He
Must've ordered way too many
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
If you've driven 17 you've seen lots
Though I dearly love this land
I've stood all I can stand of
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Reams and reams of endless trees and tons of rocks
The whole north is just proliferous
With metamorphic and coniferous
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Motel signs, hydro lines and a flattened fox
Oh construction site machinery
Is a welcome change of scenery from
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Bert loves Pearl, John loves Jane
Must each boy and every girl inscribe their names
It's so quaint the way he told her
With spray paint upon a boulder
Bert loves John?
Trees & rocks, rocks & trees
A guy can quickly get real sick of seein' these
What's the deal with all the tourists
It's just shield here and some forests and
Trees & rocks, rocks & trees
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
A double line and I'm stuck behind a dozen trucks
By the time you hit Kenora
You don't want to see no more-a
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Here's a break, it's a little lake
Cause I've seen all the you-know-whats
that I can take
As I gaze down to the bottom
I can see it's filled with rotten
Rotten trees and rotten rocks for Gods' sake
Miles & miles & miles & miles & miles of trees
Piles & piles & piles & piles & piles of rocks
When God made this northern land He
Must've ordered way too many
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks
Rocks & trees, trees & rocks