Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw
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Teammates all left before they had to buy a round
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When they pull the 50/50 and I've lost again, I'll go
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Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road
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All the championship banners going yellow on the wall
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And my name when it gets closer to last call
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So Elvira brings my bottle, hold it up and let it bend
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Figures of two rinks battling an extra end
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And I'm peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard
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Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard"
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And my popcorn squeaks with the question, wonders why I'm not at home
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Where you wait beside a silent telephone, doodle circles within circles all alone
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Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell:
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"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"
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"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"
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I slide right through the day, I'm always throwing hack weight
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Right off, no never never ever ever
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Right off, no never never ever never
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Right off, no never never never ever
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Right off, no never ever never ever
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Right off, no never never ever ever
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Right off, no never never ever never
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Right off, no never never never ever
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Right off, no never ever never ever
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Now the senior bonspiel winners circa 1963
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Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
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From their frame in that old photograph at me
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And I know you're out their waiting
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For an answer I can't give you
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so tell me,
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"Why, Why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"
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"Why can't I ever stop when I want to stay?"
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We roll right through our years
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We drift right through our months
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We slide through our days
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I'm always throwing hack weight
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Right off, no never never ever ever
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Right off, no never never ever never
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Right off, no never ever never ever
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Right off
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Tournament Of Hearts
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The Weakerthans |