G [Verse]G G It was just like strapping 'em on and starting againG Am D Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them menC I was a third round pick in the NHLC And that's three years of living in hellG D C G And going up flying, and going home dyingG G My life was over the boards and playing the gameG Am D And every day checking the papers and finding my nameC And dad would go crazy when the scouts would call;C He'd tell me that I'd have it allG 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 townG To be just one more hopeful in the Junior AC Dreaming of that miracle playG 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 fameG Am D If they've got any future at all, it's not in the gameC 'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over againC Selling on commissions and rememberingG 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 townG To be just one more hopeful in the Junior AC Dreaming of that miracle playG D C G And going up flying, going home dying
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