When I walked on out the door
Didn't know what I was searching for
But I up and left my home
As a man, I was born to roam
Saw the land there of my dreams
The mountain, river and streams
Big wheels spinning, talking 'bout my home
Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
Up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
And that's the truth
But we got a ways to go
Well I came to southern town
And I made with settling good
And the folks were good and kind
But they were no friends of mine
I set out on the road alone
With a heart full of northern song
Big wheels turning, headed for my home
Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
And that's the truth
But we got a ways to go
Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
And that's the truth
But we got a ways to go
Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth
Way up in Canada, three square meals for the youth
And that's the truth
Up in Canada, blazing guns for the truth, yeah, yeah, yeah
Up in Canada, oh yeah, that's the truth
And that's the truth
There appears to be few secrets to this song. To be sure, the writer is reflecting on the experience of a Canadian's career shift to America. In thematic elements it is my view the guiding thought is rooted in conflict. He identifies the choice between what he was vocationally pulled toward and what his heart is rooted in. Further, the writer has chosen his champion. He sees the good in America and its people. He sees the good in Canada and its people, but he also mentions Canada's culture and geography. No such mention is made for America, and there is presumably a reason why. By deduction, it can be concluded that the writer believes Canada to be his past present and future home; that Canada has everything a youth needs to grow, an adult requires to adventure through life, and everything required to support a culture.