The Tragically Hip – Bobcaygeon (Guitar)

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I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine

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Could've been the Willie Nelson, could've been the wine

Bm                            C
When I left your house this morning

G                      Am7
It was a little after nine

             Bm                C
It was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations

G                                Am7
Reveal themselves one star at a time

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Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind

G                     Am7
I thought of maybe quitting

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Thought of leaving it behind

Bm                       C
Went back to bed this morning

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And as I'm pulling down the blind

Bm                      C
The sky was dull and hypothetical

G                          Am7
And falling one cloud at a time

            Em                     C
That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors

             G                    D
Riding on horseback and keeping order restored

                   Em
Til the men they couldn't hang

                C
Stepped to the mic and sang

            D
And their voices rang with that Aryan twang

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I got to your house this morning just a little after nine

G                     Am7
In the middle of that riot

G                       Am7
Couldn't get you off my mind

Bm                       C
So I'm at your house this morning

G                       Am7
Just a little after nine

Bm                                  C
Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations

G                                Am7
Reveal themselves one star at a time