Stan Rogers – Flying (Guitar Acoustic)

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It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again

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Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men

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I was a third round pick in the NHL

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And that's three years of living in hell

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And going up flying, and going home dying

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My life was over the boards and playing the game

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And every day checking the papers and finding my name

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And dad would go crazy when the scouts would call;

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He'd tell me that I'd have it all

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Ninety nine of us trying, only one of us flying

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And every kid over the boards listens for the sound;

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The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town

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To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A

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Dreaming of that miracle play

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And going up flying, going home dying

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I tell them to think of the play and not of the fame

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If they've got any future at all, it's not in the game

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'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over again

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Selling on commissions and remembering

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When they were flying, remembering dying

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And every kid over the boards listens for the sound;

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The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town

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To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A

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Dreaming of that miracle play

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And going up flying, going home dying