When the Dollar Hits the Wall

hindi jungle, acoustic chicago blues, sertanejo southern rock · 4:14

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When nineteen seventy-three came around
The economic world shook the ground
Canada felt the global waves
Through currency and trading days
When our dollar starts to fall
Foreign prices climb the wall
Imported goods cost so much more
Inflation knocks upon our door

[Chorus]
FX down means prices up
Import costs fill our cup
Integrated markets tie us tight
To global economic flight
Terms of trade can save the day
Or make the shock much worse to pay
Seventy-three changed the game
Nothing ever stayed the same

[Verse 2]
Commodities we sell abroad
Can be our shield when times are hard
If oil and wheat are priced up high
Our export income starts to fly
But here's the trick you need to know
It matters how those profits flow
Domestic pricing sets the stage
For how we handle this new age

[Chorus]
FX down means prices up
Import costs fill our cup
Integrated markets tie us tight
To global economic flight
Terms of trade can save the day
Or make the shock much worse to pay
Seventy-three changed the game
Nothing ever stayed the same

[Bridge]
Fiscal structure holds the key
To commodity victory
Government can take its share
Or let the profits flow out there
When external shocks arrive
Policy helps us survive
Offset or amplify the hit
Depending how the pieces fit

[Verse 3]
Global markets linked us all
When one nation starts to fall
Integrated trade and flow
Means the troubles start to grow
Canada learned this lesson well
Currency and prices tell
The story of our open door
To the world's economic war

[Final Chorus]
FX down means prices up
Import costs fill our cup
Integrated markets tie us tight
To global economic flight
Terms of trade can save the day
Or make the shock much worse to pay
Seventy-three changed everything
Economic regime's new ring

[Outro]
Remember this economic truth
Canada's tied to global proof
Exchange rates and commodities
Shape our economic destinies

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