Stan Rogers - Flying

It was ^Gjust like strapping 'em on and starting a^Ggain ^GCoaching these kids to the top, and ^Amcalling them ^Dmen I was a ^Cthird round pick in the NHL And that's ^Cthree years of living in hell And going up ^Gfly^Ding, and going home ^Cdy^Ging

My ^Glife was over the boards and playing the ^Ggame And ^Gevery day checking the papers and ^Amfinding my ^Dname And ^Cdad would go crazy when the scouts would call; He'd ^Ctell me that I'd have it all Ninety nine of us ^Gtry^Ding, only one of us ^Cfly^Ging

And ^Cevery kid over the ^Dboards listens for the ^Gsound; The ^Croar of the crowd is their ^Dticket for finally ^Gleaving this ^Dtown To be just ^Gone more hopeful in the Junior A ^CDreaming of that miracle play And going up ^Gfly^Ding, going home ^Cdy^Ging

I ^Gtell them to think of the play and not of the ^Gfame If they've ^Ggot any future at all, it's ^Amnot in the ^Dgame 'Cause they'll be ^Ccrippled and starting all over again ^CSelling on commissions and remembering When they were ^Gfly^Ding, remembering ^Cdyi^Gng

And ^Cevery kid over the ^Dboards listens for the ^Gsound; The ^Croar of the crowd is their ^Dticket for finally ^Gleaving this ^Dtown To be just ^Gone more hopeful in the Junior A ^CDreaming of that miracle play And going up ^Gfly^Ding, going home ^Cdy^Ging