G
[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
