The Weakerthans - One great city

^D/F# Late afternoon, a^Cnother day is nearly done^{G D/F#} A darker grey is ^Cbreaking through a lighter one ^{G D/F#} A thousand sharpened ^Celbows in the underground ^{G D/F#} That hollow hurried^C sound

^EmFeet on ^D/F#polished ^Cfloor And ^Emin the ^D/F#dollar ^Cstore The ^Emclerk is ^D/F#closing ^Aup And counting loonies trying not to ^Csay I hate ^GWinnipeg

^D/F# The driver checks the ^Cmirror seven minutes late ^{G D/F#} The crowded riders' ^Crestlessness enunciates ^{G D/F#} The Guess Who sucked, the ^CJets were lousy anyway ^{G D/F#}The same route everyd^Cay

And ^Emin the ^D/F#turning ^Clane ^EmSomeone's ^D/F#stalled a^Cgain He's ^Emtalking ^D/F#to him^Aself And hears the price of gas repeat his ^Cphrase I hate ^GWinnipeg

And ^Emup a^D/F#bove us ^Call ^EmLeaning ^D/F#into ^Csky Our ^Emgolden ^D/F#business ^Cboy Will ^Emwatch the ^D/F#North End ^Cdie And ^Emsing, “I ^D/F#love this ^Atown” Then let his arcing wrecking ball ^Cproclaim

^CI ^D/F#Hate ^GWinnipeg G