Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bobcaygeon, artist - The Tragically Hip. Date of issue: 07.11.2005
Song language: English
Bobcaygeon |
| I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine |
| coulda been the Willie Nelson coulda been the wine |
| when I left your house this morning |
| it was a little after nine |
| it was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations |
| reveal themselves one star at a time |
| Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind |
| I thought of maybe quitting |
| thought of leaving it behind |
| went back to bed this morning |
| and as I’m pulling down the blind |
| the sky was dull and hypothetical |
| and falling one cloud at a time |
| That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors |
| riding on horseback and keeping order restored |
| til the men they couldn’t hang |
| stepped to the mic and sang |
| and their voices rang with that Aryan twang |
| 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 |