The Weakerthans – Tournament Of Hearts (Guitar)

        F                   
Now the lounge is full of farmers

        C
for the 7:30 draw

       Am                                       Bb
The teammates all left before they had to buy a round

          F                        C
When they pull the 50/50, and I've lost again I'll go

Am                                          Bb 
Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road

        Gm                         Bb
All the championship banners going yellow on the wall

       F                 C               Bb  
And my name when it gets closer to last call

    F
So Elvira brings my bottle

        C
Hold it up and let it bend

Am                                      Bb
Figures of two rinks battling an extra end

        F
And i'm peeling off the label

        C
As they peel a corner guard

Am                                                Bb
Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard"

       Gm                
And my popcorn squeaks with the question

        Bb
Wonders why I'm not at home

       F                 C               Bb  
Where you wait beside a silent telephone

       F                 C               Bb  
Doodle circles within circles all alone

Gm
Have to stop myself from climbing

       Bb
On the table full of empties to yell:

 F    Bb                                          F
"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"

 Bb                                    Gm
"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"

                          Bb
I slide right through the day

                F
Always throwing 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

Gm
Now the senior bonspiel winners

      Bb
Circa 1963

       F                 C               Bb  
Are all staring, glaring dis-approvingly

       F                 C               Bb  
From their frame in that old photograph at me

     Gm
And I know you're out their waiting

                      Bb
For an answer I can't give you

 F    Bb                                          F
"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"

 Bb                                    G
"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"

Gm                         
We roll right through our years

Bb
We rip right through our months

Gm                    Bb
We slide through our days

                    F
And always throwing hack weight