[intro] B E B F# B [verse 1] B There he'd stand E Every Saturday afternoon G#m F# Rain pouring down that well worn face B With a cigarette in his mouth E Part of a tiny noisy crowd B F# B He’d watch his sons play the game he loved B He would tell us lots of stories E Of heroes and glories G#m And the pride of F# the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babe B His enthusiasm was infectious E He bought us football boots for Christmas B Our dad was a Scotsman F# B and a plumber by trade B I remember one time being E three down at halftime G#m So, we looked at dad F# for a plan to turn the tide B Hе said, "Son we're not herе to have fun" E That whinger's trying to welch me a muck B Tackle him hard, and leave F# B him face down in the mud [refrain] G#m B E On the touchline G#m B E C#m F# On the touchline, our dad [verse 2] B E a sturdy man of Caledonia and principles G#m But of course, we all believed F# him to be invincible B a father with a heart on the line E But as time went by those old legs grew tired B F# B So we braced ourselves for the inevitable B E One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew G#m F# My two brothers and I took him to his grave B As a long piper played E that beautiful amazing grace B F# B Our touchline dad had died [verse 3] B Now the funeral wasn’t sad, E but a humorous affair G#m Our dear old mom, God bless her F# Suffered memory loss B She said to my sister, E "Where on Earth is your father?" B Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's F# B at the front there in that box" [refrain] G#m B E On the touchline, our dad G#m B E C#m F# On the touchline, our dad [verse 4] B E Now it's my turn to stand on the side in the rain G#m F# And watch my boys play the beautiful game And sometimes, sometimes B I look up to the clouds and I say E "Dad I hope you're looking down" B F# 'Cause if it wasn't for you B All this might not have been [refrain] G#m B E On the touchline, our dad G#m B E C#m F# On the touchline, our dad
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