When he was a kid, he’d be up at five
Take shots till eight, make the thing drive
Out after school, back on ice
That was his life, he was gonna play in the Big League
The Big League
Not many ways out of this cold northern town
You work in the mill and get laid in the ground
If you’re gonna jump it will be with the game
Real fast and tough is the only clear lane to the Big League
My boy’s gonna play in the Big League
My boy’s gonna turn some heads
My boy’s gonna play in the Big League
My boy’s gonna knock 'em dead
The Big League
All the right moves when he turned eighteen
Scholarship and school on a big U.S. team
Out with his girl near Lake McClean
Hit a truck doing seventy in the wrong lane
To the Big League
My boy’s gonna play in the Big League
My boy’s gonna turn some heads
My boy’s gonna play in the Big League
My boy’s gonna knock 'em dead
Never can tell what might come down
Never can tell how much you get
Just don’t know, no you never can tell
Sometimes at night I can hear the ice crack
It sounds like thunder and it rips through my back
Sometimes in the morning I still hear the sound
Ice meets metal…
Can’t you drive me down to the Big League?
My boy’s gonna play in the Big League
My boy’s gonna turn some heads
My boy’s gonna play in the Big League
My boy’s gonna knock 'em dead
Never can tell what might come down
Never can tell when you might check out
Just don’t know, no you never can tell
So do right to others like you do to yourself
In the Big League
As the Song Sheet, being saying good bye to the big league and Mr. Canada hockey puck, never said I was apart of any of the music I originated on Vancouver Island, I just say it exists. Thing you learn about Canada and hockey puck, it is NOT apart of Universal Mass Distribution Music(UMDM), it is about Hockey Night in Canada and the CBC, never fucking again do I need Canada and its hockey puck in UMDM music. The energy death Canada brought to my life is about 3x more fatal then the headoner at 70MPH depicted on the song. Allanah Myles and myself are good examples of what happens to your life thinking Canada is something other then CBC hockey puck music.Mervin Lloyd Poirier
Sadly a young French Canuck Player, not long after Buying into a High Speed Murdercycle. was no more, Speed, Roads, and Big Trucks. so sad our machines, when they take our lives without feeling, God Bless the Slow and Learned!
A very Canadian song that is at the same time relevant to the sporting culture everywhere. I read about several American teams, including one in Texas, that think the song was written about tragedies in their past.