Jane Siberry - Hockey lyrics

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winter time and the frozen river

Sunday afternoon

they're playing hockey on the river

Rosie...

he'll have that scar on his chin forever

someday his girlfriend will say "hey, where...?"

he might look out the window... or not

you skate as fast as you can

'til you hit the snowbank (that's how you stop)

and you got your sweater from the catalogue

you use your rubber boots for goal posts

ah...walkin' home

don't let those Sunday afternoons

get away get away get away get away

break away break away...

this stick was signed by Jean Belliveau

so don't fucking tell me where to fucking go...

oh Sunday afternoon

someone's dog just took the puck

he's buried it it's in the snowbank ....your turn

they rioted in the streets of Montreal

when they benched Rocket Richard it's true

don't let those Sunday afternoons

get away get away get away get away

break away break away break away break away

the sun is fading on the frozen river

the wind is dying down

someone else just got called for dinner

Rosie!

hmm...Sunday afternoon