Late

af-

ter-

noon

an-

o-

ther

day

is

near-

ly

done

That

hol-

ow

hur-

ried

sound

Of

feet

on

pol-

ished

floor

And

in

the

dol-

lar

store

The

clerk

is

clos-

ing

up

And

count-

ing

loon-

nies

try-

ing

not

to

say

I

hate

Win-

ni-

peg

The

dri-

ver

checks

his

mir-

ror

sev-

en

min-

utes

late

The

same

route

ev-

ery

day

and

in

the

turn-

ing

lane

Some-

one's

stalled

a-

gain

He's

talk-

ing

to

him-

self

And

here's

the

price

of

gas

re-

peat

his

phrase

I

hate

Win-

ni-

peg

And

up

a-

bove

us

all

Lean-

And

sing

I

love

this

town

Then

watch

his

arc-

ing

wreck-

ing

ball

pro-

claim