Tournament Of Hearts

        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
        G                          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"
       G
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
G
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                                    G
"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

G
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
     G
And I know you're out their waiting
                      Bb
For an answer I can't give you
so tell me,

 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?"
G
We roll right through our years
Bb
We rip right through our months
G                    Bb
We slide through our days
                    F (to end)
And 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