The Weakerthans - One great city

^GLate afternoon anot^Fher day is nearly done ^{C F G}A darker grey is b^Freaking through a lighter one ^{C F G}A thousand sharpe^Fned elbows in the underground^{C F G}That hollow hurrie^Fd sound fee^Amt on polished flo^For And ^Amin the dollar ^Fstore the c^Amlerk is closing u^Dmp And counting loonies trying not to ^Fsay I hate ^CWinnipeg

^GThe driver checks the mi^Frror seven minutes late ^{C F G}The crowded riders' re^Fstlessness enunciates^{C F G}The Guess Who sucked the Jet^Fs were lousy anyway ^{C F G}The same route everyd^Fay And ^Amin the turning ^Flane ^AmSomeone's stalled a^Fgain ^AmHe's talking to him^Dmself And hears the price of gas repeat ^Fhis phrase I hate ^CWinnipeg

And ^Amup above us ^Fall ^AmLeaning into ^Fsky ^AmOur golden business ^Fboy ^AmWill watch the North End ^Fdie ^AmAnd sing “I love this t^Dmown” Then let his arcing wrecking ball pro^Fclaim

^GHate ^CWinnipeg