(Burton Cummings)



She might have been a nice girl

If she hadn't had a draggy mother

She might have been a good chick

If she hadn't had a rotten father

She might have played the right hunch

If she hadn't been so narrow-minded

She might have had a whole bunch

If she hadn't been so far behind it

Oh does it hurt when you know you can't play it the way that your beau knows

Oh does it hurt when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knows

And you know that that's the way that the show goes

And you know it really has to go on.



She drank the army's red wine

But she never found a moment's pleasure

She smelled the salty sea brine

But she never found the buried treasure

She might have played the chords right

But the song was never meant for singing

She might have really broke loose

But she never made it past the clinging

I can see that it hurts when you know you can't play it the way that your beau knows

I can see that it hurts when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knows

And you know that that's the way that the show goes

And you know it really has to go on.