Tom: A
Introdução:
F7M Em F7MEm
We watched the game like we always did
F7M Em Gm Dm
We seemed to lose more than we'd win
C C+ Am A
The ref would sweat as we'd blame him
F7M
And then the fights would start
Dm
Out where the buses park
C G
I dodged a few black eyes
Bb
Believe me
C Dm F7MEm
It was good to be alive
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The tribal path led to the pub
F7M Em Gm Dm
Where we debated how we'd won
C C+ Am A
And I'm outside the wayward son
F7M
And then a glass is smashed
Dm
Some fella's on his back
C G
And it all kicks off again
Bb
As ever
C Dm F7M
There's no one to take the blame
Bb C Dm F7M
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm F7M
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm F7M
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C Dm F7MEm
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
F7M Em F7MEm
My old man passed on the flame of loss
F7M Em Gm Dm
The team we loved just gathered moss
C C+ Am A
On a rolling stone you wouldn't toss
F7M
But if we win or lose
Dm
We're in each other's shoes
C G
With blood upon our shirts
Bb
Believe me
C Dm F7M
You know how that hurts
Bb C Dm F7M
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm F7M
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm F7M
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C G C G C F7MEm
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game