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E5 B5 A5
Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker
E5 B5 A5
Extra points, field goals at your service
E5 B5 A5
One might think it comes with glory
E5 B5 A5
You might think different after you listen to my story
E5 B5 A5
My helmet is equipped with a tiny face mask
E5 B5 A5
What it possibly could protect, I do not know
E5 B5 A5
The other guys on the team like to make fun of my little shoulder pads
E5 B5 A5
And also like to hide the special shoe I need to kick in the snow
E5 B5 A5
People think it's so easy to kick a field goal from the 30 yard line
E5 B5
They forget to add seven yards for the snap, and 10 more 'cause the
A5
Goal posts are pushed way back
E5 B5
In 1974, the uprights were right on the goal line
A5
But some of the players were running into them, and getting hurt
E5 B5 A5
So screw the kicker... Who cares about the kicker?
A5 B5
But I kick that ball, and I pray it goes straight
E5 C#5
If it does the coach says "Good job, number 8"
A5 B5 E5 C#5
He doesn't even know my name is Andre Grisumcovitchlavinski, Jr.
A5 B5 (twice)
But that's the life I live... The Lonesome Kicker
E5 B5 A5
Kickoffs can be so very scary
E5 B5 A5
Especially, if the returner breaks on through
E5 B5 A5
And I'm the only guy on the playing field left to tackle him
E5 B5 A5
I don't want to get hurt, so I pretend to tie my shoe
E5 B5 A5
Once again, I'm ignored by my teammates and all my coaches
E5 B5 A5
"Go back where you came from!" Scream 70,000 fans
E5 B5
Well, I know I could win their love back by catching a winning
A5
Touch-down
E5 B5 A5
But, unfortunately, I was born with these very small hands
A5 B5
And I hope that the cameras don't come in too close
E5 C#5
Cause they might see the tears in my eyes
A5 B5
As I sit on this bench made of cold-hearted wood
E5 C#5
And the splinters go deep in my thighs
A5 B5 (twice)
And the towel boy snickers as he walks by...The Lonesome Kicker
A5 B5 Another blocked kick
A5 B5 and everybody blames me
A5 B5 But it was the Left Guard
A5 B5 Who didn't pick up his man
A5 B5 Oh, why can't they see...?
E5 B5 A5
In my home country, I could have been a minor league soccer player
E5 B5 A5
But I came to America seeking fortune and seeking fame
E5 B5 A5
I didn't realize that if I shanked one, and blew the point spread
E5 B5 A5
Some drunk guys would push me into their hibachi after the game.
A5 B5
So I go home at night, cause I never get invited
E5 C#5
To go drinking with the other guys
A5 B5
And I sit in my chair, and I soak my foot
E5 C#5
As I eat a plate of cold French fries
A5 B5
And my wife's out with her quote-unquote friend
E5 C#5
And my son can't look me in the eyes
A5 B5 (twice)
But that's the life I live...The Lonesome Kicker
A5
Kicking for you
A5
They took my snow shoe
B5
They're going for two... (strum) A5 B5 E5
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