Del Barber & The No Regretzskys - Sawchuk lyrics

[Verse 1] His father was Ukrainian He was born Canadian 1929 now boys on the [?] to the stars Hit the ice at the age of twelve The first of a thousand scars he had He lost his brother to a mystery pain And he brought home the bruises then He never rode the train ‘fore Conscious of the clothes he wore Hockey jacket in his brother's pants Ten dollars pressed in his hands Home at heart in Michigan Leave with a peg in the winds Red Wings on the losing end He was there to change everything [Chorus] Air is thin, ice is slick You gotta see the shot before it leaves the stick Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that [Verse 2] Terry turned them all back Wherever point that they'd attack For the rocket at Rusty hall Take it in the chest, or in the skull Cheats the Hawks in the Middle Leagues Leave the haves in disbelief Said New York [?] Break Boston's heart again The scars piled up on scar Like he was in his own World War It would hurt just to look at him Like the gangster in the Howard Hawks film And the mask that would hide his face Machine gun and a violin case Take your best shot, let it come Cause this weather reads number one [Chorus] Finally the puck feels like a brick He can't see the shot before it leaves the stick Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that [Verse 3] Five years and the Stanley Cup Crowds wild then lift him up When you win the stands they cheer When you lose they hiss and jeer The whole crowd got no respect Give your all, this is what you get Be careful what you wish Cause sudden d**h got a bitter kiss [Chorus] A heart stop crowd, they catch him quick He tried to see the shot before it leaves the stick Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that [Verse 4] He [?] with the Boston Train Top of a downhill drain Olympia in slow decline Something darker, biding time He carried all that alone He was the darkest force they ever rode And each game they lost He was the best that there ever was The rest was a bad dream Shuffling from team to team When he was done, it was all in ruin A tired warrior at forty one [?] of time in space Four hundred stitches to the face Bout a week after his last game Terry Sawchuk's heart caves in [Chorus] He hears his brother's voice as he lies awake Try and see the shot before it leaves the stick Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that Only Terry Sawchuk done that Only Terry Sawchuk ever done that