J.P. Cormier - House of plywood

With just one step upon the ^Glonely ^Croad And you were ^Fon your ^Cway An ^Amancient heart that bore a heavy ^Cload You were ^Gjust thirteen and be^Ccame a man and a ^Fvagabond, they ^Amsay

A minstrel and a beggar ^Gyou would ^Cbe Roving ^Fthrough the ^Cland You ^Amwrote about each special memo^Cry And the ^Gstories of this ^Ccountry came to ^Flife beneath your ^Amhand

And you ^Gbuilt this house of plywood with a ^Cboot-heel and a pen A ^Gline of ink that stretches across the ^Ccountry and back again Through the ^Fsawdust and the spotlight your words still linger ^Amon____ Last ^Gnight I dreamed that Canada was a song by Stompin' ^CTom ^Am

The people and the places ^Gin your ^Csongs Became your ^Fbattle ^Ccry ^AmLive or die, weathered, right or ^Cwrong You ^Graised the flag be^Cfore us and we ^Fsaw it through your ^Amlife

Some men stumble beneath the ^Gweight of ^Cfame But your ^Fsteps were ^Ctrue You ^Amchanged the rules so we could win the ^Cgame And you ^Gheld us all a^Cbove you right un^Ftil the song was ^Amthrough

And you ^Gbuilt this house of plywood with a ^Cboot-heel and a pen A ^Gline of ink that stretches across the ^Ccountry and back again Through the ^Fsawdust and the spotlight your words still linger ^Amon____ Last ^Gnight I dreamed that Canada was a song by Stompin' ^CTom ^Am

It takes a mighty man to ^Gbear his ^Cheight And [ad^Fmitting] numbers ^Cnot ^AmSomeone that is no one from the ^Cstart That ^Gsometimes being ^Cnothing is the ^Fbest thing that we've ^Amgot

And you ^Gbuilt this house of plywood with a ^Cboot-heel and a pen A ^Gline of ink that stretches to the ^Csunrise without end Through the ^Fsawdust and the spotlight your words still linger ^Amon____ Last ^Gnight I dreamed that Canada was a song by Stompin' ^CTom Last ^Gnight I dreamed this nation was a song by Stompin' ^CTom ^GWe're all just a song, a song by Stompin' ^AmTom