Hockey Lyrics - Siberry Jane

winter time and the frozen river 

sunday afternoon 

they're playing hockey on the river 

rosy... 

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 get 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 break away break away 

this stick was signed by jean belliveau so don't fucking tell me where 

to fucking go... 

on sunday afternoon 

someone's dog just took the puck-he 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 

rosy 

hmm...sunday afternoon