The Weakerthans – One Great City (Ukulele)

G                  F                       C F
Late afternoon another day is nearly done

G                 F                             C F
A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one

G                F                            C  F
A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground

G                 F          Am               F
That hollow hurried sound feet on polished floor

    Am            F          Am               Dm
And in the dollar store the clerk is closing up

                                   F
And counting loonies trying not to say

       C
I hate Winnipeg

G                       F                       C F
The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late

G                     F                    C  F
The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates

G                           F                     C F
The Guess Who sucked the Jets were lousy anyway

G                    F
The same route everyday

    Am             F
And in the turning lane

Am                 F
Someone's stalled again

Am                 Dm
He's talking to himself

                                  F
And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase

       C
I hate Winnipeg

    Am          F
And up above us all

Am           F
Leaning into sky

Am                  F
Our golden business boy

Am                       F
Will watch the North End die

Am                     Dm
And sing “I love this town”

                                     F
Then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim

G
Hate

C
Winnipeg