Flying
Stan Rogers
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G [Verse]G It was just like strapping 'em onG and starting againG Coaching these kids to the top,Am D and calling them menC I was a third round pick in the NHLC And that's three years of living in hellG D And going up flying, and goingC G home dyingG My life was over the boards andG playing the gameG And every day checking the papersAm D and finding my nameC And dad would go crazy when the scouts would call;C He'd tell me that I'd have it allContinúa después del anuncioG D Ninety nine of us trying, only oneC G of us flying [Chorus]C D And every kid over the boardsG listens for the sound;C The roar of the crowd is theirD G D ticket for finally leaving this townG To be just one more hopeful in the Junior AC Dreaming of that miracle playG D And going up flying, going homeC G dying [Verse]G I tell them to think of the playG and not of the fameG If they've got any future at all,Am D it's not in the gameC 'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over againC Selling on commissions and rememberingG D When they were flying, rememberingC G dying [Chorus]C D And every kid over the boardsG listens for the sound;C The roar of the crowd is theirD G D ticket for finally leaving this townG To be just one more hopeful in the Junior AC Dreaming of that miracle playG D And going up flying, going homeC G dying