Tournament of Hearts by the Weakerthans
Now the [F]lounge is full of farmers
for the [C]7:30 draw
The tea[Am]mmates all left before they had to buy a [Bb]round
When they [F]pull the 50/50, and I've [C]lost again I'll go
[Am]Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy [Bb]road
All the [G]championship banners going [Bb]yellow on the wall
And my [F]name when it gets [C]closer to last c[Bb]all
So E[F]lvira brings my bottle
Hold it [C]up and let it bend
[Am]Figures of two rinks battling an extra e[Bb]nd
And i'm [F]peeling off the label
As they [C]peel a corner guard
[Am]Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry [Bb]Hard"
And my [G]popcorn squeaks with the question
Wonders [Bb]why I'm not at home
Where y[F]ou wait beside a s[C]ilent telephone[Bb]
Doodle [F]circles within cir[C]cles all alone[Bb]
[G]Have to stop myself from climbing
On the [Bb]table full of empties to yell:
"[F]Why, [Bb]why can't I draw right up to what I want to [F]say?"
"[Bb]Why can't I ever stop where I want to [G]stay?"
I slide right through the [Bb]day
Always throwing [F]hack weight
[F]Right off, no never never ever ever
[C]Right off, no never never ever never
[Am]Right off, no never never never ever
[Bb]Right off, no never ever never ever
[G]Now the senior bonspiel winners
Circa [Bb]1963
Are all[F] staring, glaring [C]dis-approvingly[Bb]
From th[F]eir frame in that [C]old photograph a[Bb]t me
And I[G] know you're out their waiting
For an answer I can't [Bb]give you
so tell me,
"[F]Why, [Bb]why can't I draw right up to what I want to [F]say?"
"[Bb]Why can't I ever stop where I want to [G]stay?"
[G]We roll right through our years
[Bb]We rip right through our months
[G]We slide through our [Bb]days
F (to end)
And always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off
Now the [F]lounge is full of farmers
for the [C]7:30 draw
The tea[Am]mmates all left before they had to buy a [Bb]round
When they [F]pull the 50/50, and I've [C]lost again I'll go
[Am]Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy [Bb]road
All the [G]championship banners going [Bb]yellow on the wall
And my [F]name when it gets [C]closer to last c[Bb]all
So E[F]lvira brings my bottle
Hold it [C]up and let it bend
[Am]Figures of two rinks battling an extra e[Bb]nd
And i'm [F]peeling off the label
As they [C]peel a corner guard
[Am]Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry [Bb]Hard"
And my [G]popcorn squeaks with the question
Wonders [Bb]why I'm not at home
Where y[F]ou wait beside a s[C]ilent telephone[Bb]
Doodle [F]circles within cir[C]cles all alone[Bb]
[G]Have to stop myself from climbing
On the [Bb]table full of empties to yell:
"[F]Why, [Bb]why can't I draw right up to what I want to [F]say?"
"[Bb]Why can't I ever stop where I want to [G]stay?"
I slide right through the [Bb]day
Always throwing [F]hack weight
[F]Right off, no never never ever ever
[C]Right off, no never never ever never
[Am]Right off, no never never never ever
[Bb]Right off, no never ever never ever
[G]Now the senior bonspiel winners
Circa [Bb]1963
Are all[F] staring, glaring [C]dis-approvingly[Bb]
From th[F]eir frame in that [C]old photograph a[Bb]t me
And I[G] know you're out their waiting
For an answer I can't [Bb]give you
so tell me,
"[F]Why, [Bb]why can't I draw right up to what I want to [F]say?"
"[Bb]Why can't I ever stop where I want to [G]stay?"
[G]We roll right through our years
[Bb]We rip right through our months
[G]We slide through our [Bb]days
F (to end)
And always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off
