Tragically Hip - Bobcaygeon Ukulele

Band: The Tragically Hip

Well this should do it.  Good for around a fire after a few beers maybe.

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I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine 
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Coulda been the Willie Nelson, coulda been the wine
Bm			  C 
When I left your house this morning
G		      A* 
It was a little after nine 
Bm			       C
It was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations
G			     A* 
Reveal themselves one star at a time 

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Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind
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I thought of maybe quitting
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Thought of leaving it behind
Bm		       C 
Went back to bed this morning 
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And as I'm pulling down the blind
Bm		         C 
The sky was dull and hypothetical 
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And falling one cloud at a time
 
                 Em	       C
That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors 
          G		        D
Riding on horseback and keeping order restored 
              Em
Til the men they couldn't hang 
               C
Stepped to the mic and sang 
          D
And their voices rang with that Aryan twang 

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((I think you get the point now))

I got to your house this morning just a little after nine 
In the middle of that riot 
Couldn't get you off my mind 
So I'm at your house this morning 
Just a little after nine 
Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations 
Reveal themselves one star at a time.