Since many bonspiels (ok, mostly ladies and mixed) have themes and team skits, every Saturday we'll be posting a new song where the lyrics have been changed to fit the sport of curling.

Today's song is based off of The Gambler by Kenny Rogers

The Curler

On a cold winter's eve
On a plane bound for Brier
I met up with a curler
We were both too tired to sweep
So we took turns a starin'
Out the window at the darkness
Til the boredom overtook us
And he began to speak

He said 'Son I've my made life
Out of reading different ices
Knowing where the falls were
Knowing when to sweep
If you don't mind my saying
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice'

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
The night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said if you're gonna play the game boy
You gotta learn to play it right.

Chorus:

You gotta know when to draw in
Know where the falls are
Know when to hit and roll
Know when to guard

You never count your points
When you're sitting on the button
The end isn't over
Til the skips have thrown

And when he finished speaking
He turned back towards the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
Somewhere in the darkness
The curler he stopped sweeping
But in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep

Chorus

Chorus (fade out)