G F C F
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
G F C F
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
I
G
Hate
C
Winnipeg