Flying chords by Stan Rogers

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)


Intro:
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

(Repeat chorus)