Mean Streak - The Tragically Hip

Is it a mean streak, you’d swear, you’d swear

We never seen a stranger round here

Is it the way the dust clings to the air

But you’d swear, you’d swear

Is it a mean streak, a desolation sound

A copy of desire, oh nothing’s that far down

A mean streak on a western swing

On TV saying the damnedest thing

A meanstreak, you’d swear, you’d swear

We never seen a stranger round here

It’s the way the dust clings to the air

After a stranger’s been there

You’d swear, you’d swear

Is it a mean streak to a certain degree

Come whistling down the crookedest street

A mean streak in the ghost state

Between the certain and the hesitating

A meanstreak, you’d swear, you’d swear

We never seen a stranger round here

It’s the way the dust clings to the air

After a stranger’s been here

You’d swear, you’d swear

Was that you there?

That was you there

Was that you there?

That was you there

The sssh sound of the bottoms of their boots

On the tops of the grass

As their haywagon rolled past

And I’d swear, I’d swear

The way the dust clings to the air

After the stranger’s been here

I’d swear, I’d swear

That that was you there