Touchline

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[Verse 1]
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 There he'd stand
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Every Saturday afternoon
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Rain pouring down that well worn 
face
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With a cigarette in his mouth
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Part of a tiny noisy crowd
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He’d watch his sons play the game 
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he loved
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He would tell us lots of stories
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Of heroes and glories
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And the pride of the Wembley 
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Wizards on Busby Babe
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His enthusiasm was infectious
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He bought us football boots for 
Christmas
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Our dad was a Scotsman and a 
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plumber by trade
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I remember one time being three 
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down at halftime
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So, we looked at dad for a plan to 
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turn the tide
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Hе said, "Son we're not herе to have
 fun"
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That whinger's trying to welch me a 
muck
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Tackle him hard, and leave him 
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face down in the mud


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[Refrain]
       Em G C
On the touchline
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On the touchline, our dad


[Verse 2]
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A sturdy man of Caledonia and 
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principles
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But of course, we all believed him 
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to be invincible
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A father with a heart on the line
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But as time went by those old legs 
grew tired
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So we braced ourselves for the 
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inevitable
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 One sunny afternoon, the final 
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whistle blew
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My two brothers and I took him to 
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his grave
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As a long piper played that 
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beautiful amazing grace
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Our touchline dad had died


[Verse 3]
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Now the funeral wasn’t sad, but a 
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humorous affair
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Our dear old mom, God bless her
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Suffered memory loss
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She said to my sister, "Where on 
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Earth is your father?"
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Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's at the
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 front there in that box"


[Refrain]
       Em G C
On the touchline, our dad
       Em G C   Am        D
On the touchline, our dad


[Verse 4]
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Now it's my turn to stand on the 
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side in the rain
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And watch my boys play the 
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beautiful game

And sometimes, sometimes
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I look up to the clouds and I say
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"Dad I hope you're looking down"
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'Cause if it wasn't for you
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All this might not have been


[Refrain]
       Em G C
On the touchline, our dad
       Em G C   Am    D
On the touchline, our dad