Sittin’ here with a couple of beers
Wishing we were there
We miss the smoke stacks
Believe it or not
And the train just came to a stop
“Bluewater City” is the place for us
We met a seagull
His name was Gus
We’re not walkin’ in the same ol’ shoes
But we both got the Sar-ni-a blues
You can go to Flin Flon
Fly up to the Yukon
You can cross the border
But we’ll stay here
With our Sarnia blues
We’ll sit here pickin’
On our Sarnia blues
The Canterbury Inn is the place to be
The band is playin’ and it’s row-dy
You go down Eureka
I’ll follow Confed.
And we’ll get those boys outta bed
You can go to Flin Flon
Fly up to the Yukon
You can cross the border
But we’ll stay here
With our Sarnia blues
We’ll sit here pickin’
On our Sarnia blues
© Michelle Beauchamp
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I actually wrote this 35 years ago with a high school friend about my college town. I accompany it with an acoustic guitar. The lyrics are obviously not too sophisticated but when my friend’s band played it at their university pub one night, apparently it was a hit.
I’m tending bar today over at dVerse Poets Pub and we are writing our own songs! It’s a bit noisy, but we’d love to have you join us. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
mishunderstood 