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