Alright
Well, Tom Thompson came paddling past
I'm pretty sure it was him
And he spoke so softly in accordance
To the growing of the dim
He said, "bring on the brand new renaissance
'Cause I think I'm ready
When I was shaking all night long
But my hands were steady"

And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away)
And three people went on their way
Three pistols strong
And three people spent

Well, he found his little, lonely love
His bride of the northern woods
But, she took me to the opera house
Like she said she would
Then she sighed and she fell from the balcony
Shakespeare's bent to touch
She never had any time for me
'Cause I didn't protest enough

And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away)
And three people went on their way
Two pistols strong
And three people spent
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, woo

Well, little girls come on Remembrance Day
Placing flowers on his grave
She waits in the shadows 'til after dark
Just to sweep 'em all away

I say, bring on the brand new renaissance
'Cause I think I'm ready
I've been shaking all night long
But my hands are steady

And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away)
And three people went on their way
Three pistols strong
And three people spent

And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away)
And three people went on their way
One pistol strong
And three people spent

Woo yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah oh
Alright, woo

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker