Tom Russell - Winnipeg

^CHow's the weather in Winnipeg? ^CThe broke down nags with the bandaged legs ^CAt ^DmAssinaboa Downs ^DmThe night we painted the town ^DmA dark, dark b^Clue ^CStolen thunder in Thunder Bay ^CWoke up knowin' that we came the wrong way ^CSo we ^Dmturned it all around ^DmTo the cold hard sound ^DmThe turnin' of the ^Cgears ^CTo the ^Dmblood hard sound ^DmThe turnin' of the ^Cyears

^FI was t^Ghinkin' of ^Cyou last ^Fnight ^FNorth of the ^Gborder and the ^CNorthern ^FLights ^FOne horse ^Gtown with the ^CIndian ^Fname And ^Emall the gentle words, I could ^Amnever say Love ^Fshines in the night, in the m^Gorning its gone ^Caway^{F C F}

^CCup of coffee in old Moose Jaw ^CUsed to be the hideout of a bad outlaw ^CNamed ^DmAl Capone ^DmHis fedora on ^DmWalkin' through the ^Csnow ^CWe headed west, then it all broke up ^CSkull-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump ^DmRockin' and a reelin' ^DmThat old buffalo feelin' ^DmOf fallin' through the ^Cair ^CAnd ^Dmnever really knowin' how the hell ^DmWe ended up ^Cthere

^FI was t^Ghinkin' of ^Cyou last ^Fnight ^FNorth of the ^Gborder and the ^CNorthern ^FLights ^FOne horse ^Gtown with the ^CIndian ^Fname And ^Emall the gentle words, I could ^Amnever say Love ^Fshines in the night, in the m^Gorning its gone ^Caway^{F C F}

^CHow's the weather in Winnipeg? ^CWhen the ice melts ^COn the first of May ^COn those ^Dmdesolate streets ^DmOne old Sikh ^DmIn a powder blue ^Ccab ^CIs there an ^DmIndian name ^DmFor the love and the trouble we've ^Chad...?

^FI was t^Ghinkin' of ^Cyou last ^Fnight ^FNorth of the ^Gborder and the ^CNorthern ^FLights ^FOne horse ^Gtown with the ^CIndian ^Fname And ^Emall the gentle words, I could ^Amnever say Love ^Fshines in the night, in the m^Gorning its gone ^Caway^{F C F}