Stompin' Tom Connors - My hockey mom tribute

^GWhen I was young, I do re^Dcall, ^DWe would go to school, in the early ^Gfall, ^GBut on the days, when there was no s^Dchool, ^DI'd learned to play, by a different ^Grule.

^CGet out of that bed, you sleepy head, ^CMy hockey mom would say, ^GGrab your skates, and don't be late, ^GThere's a hockey game to^Dday! And ^Cpoor old dad, was feeling bad, ^CBecause he couldn't come, He ^Ghad to go to work, ^GAnd so I took my orders ^Dfrom, My Hockey ^GMom. My Hockey ^CMom, She was my ^Dchum, My Hockey ^GMom.

^GWell then we drove, to the rink in ^Dtown, ^DAnd I'd hit the ice, by falling ^Gdown, ^GAnd then I'd score, for the other ^Dteam, ^DYou could hear my mom, Stand up and s^Gcream!

Get ^Coff of that ice, I told you twice, ^CTo skate the other way, ^GEvery year she'd bent my ear, ^GUntil I learned ^Dplay. And ^Cwhen my stick, got pretty quick, ^CAnd the puck to me would come, Each ^Gtime I scored, I knew for sure, ^GWhere the loudest cheer was ^Dfrom, My Hockey ^GMom, My Hockey ^CMom, My day will ^Dcome, My Hockey ^GMom.

^GAnd then one day, a stranger ^Dcame, ^DFrom far away, and he took my ^Gname, ^GAnd very soon, for the N.H.^DL., ^DI came to play, and mom came to ^Gyell.

Get ^Con that puck, and stir things up, ^CAnd show some winning pride! And ^Gevery time, she'd say that line, ^GI'd bang that puck in^Dside! And ^Chere's my dad, all mister Glad, ^CHe knew this night would come, We're ^Gall lined up, for the Stanley Cup, ^GAnd the tears are rolling ^Dfrom, My Hockey ^GMom, My Hockey ^CMom, Ain't she the ^Dplum? My Hockey ^GMom. My Hockey ^CMom, Forever ^DYoung, My Hockey ^GMom.