Gordon Downie - The hard canadian

^CThe hard Canadian He ^Fdon't have much to ^Gsay But he hurts your ^Cfeelings Almost ^Fevery single ^Gday ^FTakes a puff-a-^Gnothing ^CPicks something from his ^Ftongue He's the har^Gd Canadia^Cn

The hard ^CCanadian ^FDoesn't care what you ^Gdo The hard ^CCanadian Don't ^Fgive a damn about ^Gyou ^FWhat's a windswept ^Gface The elusive ^Cpresence of the ^Fsun To the har^Gd Canadian^C?

The hard ^CCanadian Is all ^Fdarkness in his ^Gheart But for the ^Cglow of her ^Fnightgown Through the ^Gdark Yeah, but ^Fthen he blurs the ^Gimage Drags his ^Cbrush through the wet ^Fpigment 'Cause he's the har^Gd Canadian^C

^BdimHis berating heart, grown thorny with sin ^C7And oh the silences, he don't listen to them ^BdimWhether he's just mean or wilfully dense ^C7He says, "From life nothing; to death nothing^Am"

The hard ^CCanadian Is ^Fwhat he throws ^Gaway And he hurt her ^Cfeelings Almost ^Fevery single ^Gday Now he ^Ftakes a shot of ^Gnothing Stares ^Coff remembering ^Fsomeone That's the har^Gd Canadia^Cn ^F That's the har^Gd Canadia^Amn ^F He's the har^Gd Canadia^Cn