| Lyrics: | Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-
On the banks of the Gooseberry lake
There's a rose I
suppose that you hearda-
She's as mild as a wild Irish wake
Like a thorn she was born to be
contrary
Like a boy's was her joy raising cain.
The wildest rose that ever drove on the
prairie
behind the wheel of a big truckload of grain.
Chorus
Little k little d little
l-a-n-g-Her name was just plain kd lang
But her main claim to fame was how she sang with a
twang
And jumped around like a 'rangytang-lady k.d. lang
k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she jumped
around like a 'rangytang-
lady k.d.lang. |
