| C | |
| How's the weather in Winnipeg? |
| C | |
| The broke down nags with the bandaged legs |
| C | Dm | |
| At | Assinaboa Downs |
| Dm | |
| The night we painted the town |
| Dm | C | |
| A dark, dark b | lue |
| C | |
| Stolen thunder in Thunder Bay |
| C | |
| Woke up knowin' that we came the wrong way |
| C | Dm | |
| So we | turned it all around |
| Dm | |
| To the cold hard sound |
| Dm | C | |
| The turnin' of the | gears |
| C | Dm | |
| To the | blood hard sound |
| Dm | C | |
| The turnin' of the | years |
| Chorus: |
| F | G | C | F | |
| I was t | hinkin' of | you last | night |
| F | G | C | F | |
| North of the | border and the | Northern | Lights |
| F | G | C | F | |
| One horse | town with the | Indian | name |
| Em | Am | |
| And | all the gentle words, I could | never say |
| F | G | C | F | C | F | |
| Love | shines in the night, in the m | orning its gone | away |
| C | |
| Cup of coffee in old Moose Jaw |
| C | |
| Used to be the hideout of a bad outlaw |
| C | Dm | |
| Named | Al Capone |
| Dm | |
| His fedora on |
| Dm | C | |
| Walkin' through the | snow |
| C | |
| We headed west, then it all broke up |
| C | |
| Skull-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump |
| Dm | |
| Rockin' and a reelin' |
| Dm | |
| That old buffalo feelin' |
| Dm | C | |
| Of fallin' through the | air |
| C | Dm | |
| And | never really knowin' how the hell |
| Dm | C | |
| We ended up | there |
| Repeat Chorus |
| C | |
| How's the weather in Winnipeg? |
| C | |
| When the ice melts |
| C | |
| On the first of May |
| C | Dm | |
| On those | desolate streets |
| Dm | |
| One old Sikh |
| Dm | C | |
| In a powder blue | cab |
| C | Dm | |
| Is there an | Indian name |
| Dm | C | |
| For the love and the trouble we've | had...? |
| Repeat Chorus |
| >From the album Hurricane Season 1991 Stony Plain Music |
| Transcribed by: Greg Yuriy |
| Feel free to send comments to yuriym@cyberbeach.net |