Alberta Stand Up!
A Ricochette anthem for open skies, prairie grit, and Alberta strong spirit.
About the Song
Alberta Stand Up! is an original Ricochette release inspired by Alberta’s wide-open landscapes, golden wheat fields, mountain roads, and deep-rooted independent spirit.
Built as a prairie freedom anthem, the song blends personal memory, road-worn grit, and cinematic Alberta imagery into a bold musical love letter to a province that still feels like open air, hard work, and possibility.
Lyrics
Read the complete lyrics to Alberta Stand Up!, a prairie freedom anthem by Ricochette celebrating Alberta's independent spirit, wide-open landscapes and western grit.
Verse 1
From Quebec’s fascist fever dreams, where they tax your every breath,
To Ontario’s Queen vibes screaming, rainbow flags choking out the rest.
Manitoba middle-of-nowhere, gossip wheel in Saskatchewan spins,
Then straight into Lower Mainland Asia — BC red tape, where liberty ends.
But I keep rolling back to Alberta, where my soul finds peace and sky,
Wheat fields golden, Rockies calling, no PST — watch the freedom multiply.
Drove that Prevo bus through Banff, tourists snapping, hearts on fire,
Best days of my life, brother — this ain’t just a province, it’s empire.
Chorus
Alberta, stand up! Time to move, this time it’s real,
Spin the wheel, stay free — deep-rooted liberty we feel.
We are the new Canadian freedom authority,
Fighting off the Chinada agenda, kids won’t bow on bended knee.
No more eastern chains, no liberal 2SLGBTQI+ machine,
Alberta strong, Alberta free — live sovereign, keep it clean!
Verse 2
Your best friends still grinding, rights under siege from Ottawa’s clown show,
Power goblins in suits, inflating egos bigger than their carbon zero.
They preach unity while they loot the west, equalization’s favorite scam,
But Alberta’s got the oil, the grit, the will — we don’t give a damn.
From the badlands badasses to the cowboys who won’t kneel,
We’re done with the propaganda wheel. Separate? Hell, let’s make it real.
No more funding their virtue signals, their pronouns and their parades,
We built this land with calloused hands — now watch the separatist wave.
Bridge
Hey Trudeau’s ghost, and all you eastern suits with your virtue flex,
Keep your carbon taxes, keep your lectures — Alberta’s done with the checks.
To the small-town tyrants and federal boot-lickers feeling tall,
Your inflated egos pop easy when the freedom fighters make the call.
Respectfully? Nah… respectfully disrespectful — y’all crossed the line with my people.
Final Chorus
Alberta, stand up! This time it’s happening for real,
Spin the wheel of liberty — show the world how free men feel.
We are Albertans, roots run deeper than their lies,
Free from the Chinada agenda under wide Alberta skies!
