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[Verse]
       G                                        G
It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again
G                                   Am           D
Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men
        C
I was a third round pick in the NHL
           C
And that's three years of living in hell
             G  D                   C G
And going up flying, and going home dying

   G                                        G
My life was over the boards and playing the game
    G                                 Am         D
And every day checking the papers and finding my name
    C
And dad would go crazy when the scouts would call;
     C
He'd tell me that I'd have it all
                  G  D                   C  G
Ninety nine of us trying, only one of us flying

[Chorus]
    C                  D                      G
And every kid over the boards listens for the sound;
    C                          D                  G            D
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
           G
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A
C
Dreaming of that miracle play
             G  D               C G
And going up flying, going home dying

[Verse]
  G                                             G
I tell them to think of the play and not of the fame
           G                           Am         D
If they've got any future at all, it's not in the game
                  C
'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over again
C
Selling on commissions and remembering
               G  D                C  G
When they were flying, remembering dying

[Chorus]
    C                  D                      G
And every kid over the boards listens for the sound;
    C                          D                  G            D
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
           G
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A
C
Dreaming of that miracle play
             G  D               C G
And going up flying, going home dying