A twangy country song about losing the bonspiel and winning anyway. Drop into the second event, throw another rock, share a meal — somehow it's still the best weekend of the year.
Lyrics
The big bonspiel, is finally here
I′ve been waitin', most of the year
With broom and shoes, we′re here to win
Oh we can't lose, let the games begin
Back and forth, the score was tight
At the end of the end, just wasn't our night
Ah we had a shot, but there it went
Now we′re in, to the second event
Well that′s ok, it's just a game
We′re not here for glory and fame
Tellin' tales, and sharing meals
There′s more than one way to win a spiel
Let's throw another rock, see where it lands
And raise a glass, after shakin′ hands
Play some games, maybe win some too
Spendin' time with friends both old and new
We lost the next, then got a win
That means we get to play again
Let's celebrate and stay out late
Bonspiel weekend and I′m feelin′ great
Oh yeah we throw another rock see where it lands
Forget about all of life's demands
Might just be the only thing I know is real
There′s more than one way, to win a spiel
That night was fun, but didn't sleep too good
Might have done some things I shouldn′t
Sunday morning probably should repent
But instead of church, we're in the fourth event
Out on the ice, for the final game
We won′t forget just why we came
On that first event sheet they're playing tight
Over here we're loose, everything′s alright
Let′s throw another rock see where it lands
We'll raise a glass, after shakin′ hands
Yeah we shared some laughs and we shared some meals
There's more than one way to win a spiel
Sign me up, don′t need to think twice
Have some fun on and off the ice
Tell you what, that's how I like to win a spiel
Yeah that′s my favorite kind of way to win a spiel
