Hack to House Hoedown

In the club where the curlers play, they sweep and shout away With a clink of mugs and hearty hugs, we join them in the fray Shouting words I′ve never heard, on the sheet so cold and bright For the love of the game, what do they say We'll try to shed some light Let′s define all the lines, center hog and tee and back Pebbled ice makes rocks slide nice, delivered from the hack Turn it in with clockwise spin, out-turn's against the clock With a hit or draw from a southpaw, the turns are flipped and flopped Between the hogs and in the hack I spent time on the ice Threw some guards and studied hard list'ning to skip and vice I think somehow I get it now, I know what′s going on Words in me ears are ringing clear thanks to this very song Hammer, steal, raise and peel, rocks pick and tick and wick Bumper weight, hold it straight, throw from a slide or stick Free guard zone for early stones, up high or sweep it tighter Touching paint? well then it ain′t, a guard it's a biter Two teams of four, each one throws two, not hard to comprehend Do all the math, it works out to, sixteen rocks in the end The end The end!