They worked all fall on building her tall
This place called the P&H Elevator
You could sell all your grain or come back again
To grind your feed in the mill that came later.
You could buy all your salt, iodized or cobalt
Throw in some minerals and concentrates too.
All the feed that is sold, either ground up or rolled
Or malting barley to make a home brew.
A coal shed was needed, and then was completed
In nineteen hundred and twenty and four.
It was all hauled away by truck or by sleigh
So they just sent out a box car for more.
Some kindly old soul would sell you some coal
So you could keep the home fires burning.
Although watered and fed, if youre cold in your bed
You'll spend all night just tossing and turning.
If you're not yeller, just head for the cellar
To pull back a swallow or two.
Play a little poker, so throw out the joker
Dealer's choice, its all up to you.
Just about every town was tearing them down
This building called the prairie sky scraper.
They pulled up the rails of old prairie trails.
I guess using trucks must have looked better on paper.
With lack of care, and needing repair
The old elevator was wasting away.
Thru lack of sobriety, they formed a society
To preserve what was once the pride of the day.
We are trying to save it all from the old wrecking ball
Going to make it look good as new.
But the sawing and cutting, pounding and puttying
Fall in to hands of a few.
They shingled the shed and painted er red
Just got it right out of the pail.
Some of us think it looked pretty in pink
But alas clearer heads did prevail.
The coffee is on from dusk until dawn
At least from nine to eleven.
So throw in a loonie, or even a toonie
If you feel rich, throw in six or seven.
We spin a few tales and make a few trails
Some old and some of them new.
To keep everything nice and add a little spice
We even let the ladies tell a few.
It's easy to see that it will take you and me
To keep our heritage from disappearing so fast.
If you want satisfaction, get into the action.
And help preserve a part of our past.