Title: Mean Streak
Artist: Tragically Hip
Composer(s): Robert Baker, Gord Sinclair, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois
Lyric:
Is it a mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear?
We never seen a stranger 'round here
Is it the way the dust clings to the air
But you'd swear, you'd swear
Is it a mean streak, a desolation sound?
A copy of desire oh nothing's that far down
A mean streak on a western swing
On TV saying the damnedest thing
Mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear
We never seen a stranger 'round here
It's the way the dust clings to the air
After a stranger's been there, you'd swear, you'd swear
Is it a mean streak to a certain degree?
They come whistling down the crookedest street
A mean streak in the ghost state
Between the certain and the hesitating
A mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear
We never seen a stranger 'round here
It's the way that dust clings to the air
After the stranger's been here, you'd swear you'd swear
Was that you there?
That was you there
Was that you there?
That was you there
Sssh sssh sound of the bottoms of their boots
On the tops of the grass
As their hay wagon rolled past
And I'd swear I'd swear
The way the dust clings to the air
After the stranger's been here
I'd swear I'd swear
That that was you there
Was that you there?
That was you there
I'd swear, I'd swear
[Incomprehensible]
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