God bless Warren Zevon (tabbed by the Hound Dog King) NOTE: Keep in mind that this is a piano based song and chords have different variations and inversions that aren't practical on a guitar. Below are simply the base chords. Add filler notes as you see fit and play with your Canadian friends!

He was ^Dborn in Big Beaver by the ^Bmborderline He ^Gstarted playing ^Dhockey by the ^Atime he was nine His ^Ddad took the hose and froze the back ^Gyard And ^DLittle Buddy dreamed he was ^ARocket Ri^Dchard He ^Ggrew up big and he grew ^Aup ^Bmtough He ^Dsaw himself scoring for the ^AWings or Ca^Bmnucks But he ^Gwasn't that ^Agood with a ^Dpuck

Buddy's real talent was beating people up His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites He must have racked up more than six hundred fights A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon

Son, we've ^Galways got room for a ^Agoon"

CHORUS ------

There were ^DSwedes ^Ato the ^Bmleft of him ^DRussians ^Ato the ^Bmright A ^DCzech ^Aat the ^Bmblue line ^Glooking for a ^Afight ^GBrains over ^Dbrawn-that ^Bmmight work for ^Eyou But ^Gwhat's a Ca^Dnadian ^Afarm boy to ^Bmdo What ^Gelse can a ^Dfarm boy from ^ACanada ^Ddo But ^Gwhat's a Ca^Dnadian ^Afarm boy to ^Bmdo What ^Gelse can a ^Dfarm boy from ^ACanada ^Ddo

Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared When Buddy the goon came over the boards "Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals" The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

^DProtection is what you're here for ^GProtection-it's the stars that score ^DProtection-kick somebody's ass ^GProtection-don't put the biscuit in the basket just

Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears Blood on the ice ran down through the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his icy patrol But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal

He ^Gjust wanted one damn ^Agoal

CHORUS ------ There were Swedes at the the blue line Finns at the red A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head Brains over brawn-that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What ^Gelse can a ^Dfarm boy from ^ACanada ^Bmdo

In his ^Gfinal ^Dseason, on his ^Afinal night ^GBuddy and a ^DFinn goon were ^Apegged for a fight G (Em) F#/A Bm Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll And s^Guddenly Buddy had a ^Ashot on ^Bmgoal

The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot Twenty years of waiting went into that shot The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through The big man crumbled but he felt all right 'Cause the last thing he saw was the flashing red light He saw that heavenly light CHORUS ------ There were Swedes to the left of him Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Take care of your teeth-that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do

Warren Zevon - Hit somebody