Sometimes I find that I get too sentimental
Too sentimental when I think of you
Sometimes it helps to play some heavy, heavy metal
But somehow heavy metal makes me think of you
I met you on a road of cordouroy and maple
Cordouroy and maple when I sang to you
Early one morning drinking Kapuskasing coffee
Kapuskasing Coffee and I sang to you
All the roads are washed out in the town
But the poster boys of North America are still around
All the roads are six feet underground
But god bless them posterboys of North America
For sticking around
Sometimes I find that I get too sentimental
Too sentimental when I think of you
Early one morning drinking Kapuskasing coffee
I had your arms around me as I sang to you
All the roads are washed out in the town
But the poster boys of North America are still around
All the roads are six feet underground
But god bless them posterboys of North America
For sticking around
Sometimes it helps to play some heavy heavy metal
Sometimes it helps to drink some Kapuskasing coffee
Sometimes it helps to play some heavy heavy metal
Sometimes it helps to drink some Kapuskasing coffee