gures of two rinks battling in extra ends And I'm peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard" And my popcorn squeaks with the question, wonders why I'm not at home Where you wait beside a silent telephone Doodle circles within circles all alone Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell "Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?" "Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?" I slide right through the days, I'm always throwing hack weight Right off, no never never ever ever Right off, no never never ever never Right off, no never never never ever Right off, no never ever never ever Right off, no never never ever ever Right off, no never never ever never Right off, no never never never ever Right off, no never ever never ever Now the senior Bonspiel winners circa 1963 Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly From their frame in that old photograph And I know you're out there waiting For an answer, I can't give you So tell me "Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?" "Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?" We roll right through our years We drift right through our months I slide through our days I'm always throwing hack weight Right off, no never never ever ever Right off, no never never ever never Right off, no never ever never ever Right off
I love this band!
gures of two rinks battling in extra ends
And I'm peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard
Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard"
And my popcorn squeaks with the question, wonders why I'm not at home
Where you wait beside a silent telephone
Doodle circles within circles all alone
Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell
"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"
"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"
I slide right through the days, I'm always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never never never ever
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never never never ever
Right off, no never ever never ever
Now the senior Bonspiel winners circa 1963
Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
From their frame in that old photograph
And I know you're out there waiting
For an answer, I can't give you
So tell me
"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"
"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"
We roll right through our years
We drift right through our months
I slide through our days
I'm always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off
I always pictured John as the guy sitting in the curling rink, not oldguywhoisprobablyjustoldjohn
OK, I am sitting here trying to figure out what curling club this is, but so many look so similar that I am stumped. Anyone know?
Fort Rouge Curling Club on Daly St., Winnipeg
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