The Tragically Hip - Bobcaygeon

^GI left your house this mor^Amning a^Gbout a quarter after n^Amine ^GCould've been the Willie ^AmNelson,^G could've been the^Am wine ^BmWhen I left your house this mo^Crning ^GIt was a little after n^Amine It was in Bob^Bmcaygeon I saw the ^Cconstellations ^GReveal themselves one star at a t^Amime

^GDrove back to town this mo^Amrning wi^Gth working on my m^Amind ^GI thought of maybe qui^Amtting ^GThought of leaving it be^Amhind ^BmWent back to bed this mor^Cning ^GAnd as I'm pulling down the b^Amlind ^BmThe sky was dull and hyp^Cothetical ^GAnd falling one cloud at a ^Amtime

That night i^Emn Toronto with its chec^Ckerboard floors Riding on hor^Gseback and keeping or^Dder restored Til the men they co^Emuldn't hang Stepped to the m^Cic and sang And their vo^Dices rang with that Aryan twang

^GI got to your house this m^Amorning^G just a little after n^Amine ^GIn the middle of that ^Amriot ^GCouldn't get you off my ^Ammind ^BmSo I'm at your house this^C morning ^GJust a little after nine^Am

^BmCause it was in Bobcaygeon where I s^Caw the constellations ^GReveal themselves one star at a t^Amime.