The Lonesome Kicker

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[Intro 1]
[G][D][A][G][A][D][A][G]

[Verse 1]
[G]Me,
[D]I'm the[A] Lonesome Kic[G]ker
[A]Extra [D]points, field [A]goals at [G]your service
[A]One might [D]think [A]it comes [G]with glory
You [A]might [D]think different after
[A]you [Asus4]listen to[A] my[G] story
[A]My

[Verse 2]
[D]helmet is [A]equipped
with a tiny [G]face mask
What [D]it possibly could protect,
[A]I do not[G] know
[A]The oth[D]er guys on the team
Like [A]to make fun of my little [G]shoulder pads
An[D]d also like to hide the spe[A]cial shoe
I need to kick [G]in the snow

[Verse 3]
[D]People think it's so [A]easy
To kick a field goal [G]from
the 30 yard line
[D]They forget to add seven
yards [A]for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the [G]goal
posts are pushed way back
[A]In

[Verse 4]
[D]1974, the uprig[A]hts
were right on the goal line
But [G]some of the players
were running into them
And getting hurt
So screw [D]the [A]kicker
Who cares about [G]the kicker?

[Verse 5]
But I [G]kick that ball
And I [A]pray it goes straight
If it [D]does
The coach says "Good [Bm]job, number 8"
He [G]doesn't even know my [A]name is
[D]Andre [A]Kristacovitchlalinski, Jr.[Bm]
But that's the [G]life I [A]live
The Lone[D]some Kicker
[G][D][G][A]

[Verse 6]
[D]Kickoffs can
[A]be so very [G]scary
Espe[D]cially,
if [A]the returner breaks [G]on through
And [D]I'm the only [A]guy on the playing
field [G]left to tackle him
[D]I don't want to get hurt
So [A]I pretend to tie m[G]y shoe

[Verse 7]
[D]Once again, I'm ignored by my
[A]teammates and all my [G]coaches
"Go [D]back where you came from!"
[A]Scream [G]70,000 fans
Well, [D]I know I could win their [A]love back
By catching a win[G]ning touch-down
But, But, un[D]fortunately,
I was [A]born with these very [G]small hands

[Verse 8]
And [G]I hope that the cameras
don't come [A]in too close
'Cause they [D]might see
the tears in my [Bm]eyes
As I [G]sit on this bench made
of cold-[A]hearted wood
wood
And the [D]splinters go deep [A]in my [Bm]thighs
And [G]the towel boy snickers as he [A]walks by
The Lone[D]some Kicker

[Verse 9]
[G][A]
Another blocked [G]kick[A]
And everybody blames [G]me[A]
But it was the Left Guard
Who [Bm]didn't pick [A]up his [G]man
Oh, why can't [D]they see...

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 10]
In [D]my home country
[A]I could have been a minor
league [G]soccer player
But I [D]came to America
Seek[A]ing fortune and seek[G]ing fame
[D]I didn't realize that if I sha[A]nked one
And [G]blew the point spread
Some [D]drunk guys would push
me in[A]to their hibachi
After the [G]game

[Verse 11]
So I [G]go home at night
'Cause I [A]never get invited
To go [D]drinking with the oth[A]er [Bm]guys
And [G]I sit in my chair, and I [A]soak my foot
As I [D]eat a plate of [A]cold french [Bm]fries
And my [G]wife's out with her
quote-un[A]quote friend
friend
And [D]my son can't look me in the [Bm]eyes
But that's the [G]life I [A]live
The Lone[D]some [A]Kick[G]er
[A]Kicking for

[Verse 12]
[D]you[A][G]
They [A]took my snow [D]shoe[A][G][A]

[Outro 1]
They're going for two
[D][A][Bm][A][G][A][D]