Touchline
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โฑ๏ธ 3:56 duration
๐ ID: 1310102
๐ Lyrics
There he'd stand every Saturday afternoon
Rain pouring down that well-worn face
With a cigarette in his mouth
Part of a tiny, noisy crowd
He'd watch his sons play the game he loved
He would tell us lots of stories of heroes and glories
And the pride of the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babes
His enthusiasm was infectious
He bought us football boots for Christmas
Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
I remember one time being three down at halftime
So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide
He said, "Son, we're not here to have fun"
That winger's trying to welch, be a muck
Tackle him hard, and leave him face down in the mud
On the touchline
On the touchline, our dad
A sturdy man of Caledonian principles
But of course, we all believed him to be invincible
A father with a heart on the line
But as time went by those old legs grew tired
So we braced ourselves for the inevitable
One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew
My two brothers and I took him to his grave
As a lone piper played that beautiful Amazing Grace
Our touchline dad had died
Now the funeral wasn't sad, but a humorous affair
Our dear old mom, God bless her, suffered memory loss
She said to my sister, "Where on Earth is your father"
Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's at the front there in that box"
On the touchline, our dad
On the touchline, our dad
Now it's my turn in the stand
On the side in the rain
And watch my boys play the beautiful game
And sometimes, sometimes
I look up to the clouds and I say
"Dad, I hope you're looking down
'Cause if it wasn't for you, all this might not have been"
On the touchline, our dad
On the touchline, our dad
Rain pouring down that well-worn face
With a cigarette in his mouth
Part of a tiny, noisy crowd
He'd watch his sons play the game he loved
He would tell us lots of stories of heroes and glories
And the pride of the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babes
His enthusiasm was infectious
He bought us football boots for Christmas
Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
I remember one time being three down at halftime
So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide
He said, "Son, we're not here to have fun"
That winger's trying to welch, be a muck
Tackle him hard, and leave him face down in the mud
On the touchline
On the touchline, our dad
A sturdy man of Caledonian principles
But of course, we all believed him to be invincible
A father with a heart on the line
But as time went by those old legs grew tired
So we braced ourselves for the inevitable
One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew
My two brothers and I took him to his grave
As a lone piper played that beautiful Amazing Grace
Our touchline dad had died
Now the funeral wasn't sad, but a humorous affair
Our dear old mom, God bless her, suffered memory loss
She said to my sister, "Where on Earth is your father"
Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's at the front there in that box"
On the touchline, our dad
On the touchline, our dad
Now it's my turn in the stand
On the side in the rain
And watch my boys play the beautiful game
And sometimes, sometimes
I look up to the clouds and I say
"Dad, I hope you're looking down
'Cause if it wasn't for you, all this might not have been"
On the touchline, our dad
On the touchline, our dad
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.68] There he'd stand every Saturday afternoon
[00:18.04] Rain pouring down that well-worn face
[00:23.10] With a cigarette in his mouth
[00:26.57] Part of a tiny, noisy crowd
[00:29.86] He'd watch his sons play the game he loved
[00:35.52] He would tell us lots of stories of heroes and glories
[00:41.61] And the pride of the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babes
[00:47.25] His enthusiasm was infectious
[00:50.81] He bought us football boots for Christmas
[00:53.68] Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
[00:59.72] I remember one time being three down at halftime
[01:05.16] So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide
[01:11.28] He said, "Son, we're not here to have fun"
[01:14.39] That winger's trying to welch, be a muck
[01:17.47] Tackle him hard, and leave him face down in the mud
[01:23.50] On the touchline
[01:29.53] On the touchline, our dad
[01:39.51] A sturdy man of Caledonian principles
[01:44.82] But of course, we all believed him to be invincible
[01:50.89] A father with a heart on the line
[01:53.81] But as time went by those old legs grew tired
[01:57.56] So we braced ourselves for the inevitable
[02:03.45] One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew
[02:08.46] My two brothers and I took him to his grave
[02:14.86] As a lone piper played that beautiful Amazing Grace
[02:20.68] Our touchline dad had died
[02:27.02] Now the funeral wasn't sad, but a humorous affair
[02:32.62] Our dear old mom, God bless her, suffered memory loss
[02:38.74] She said to my sister, "Where on Earth is your father"
[02:43.98] Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's at the front there in that box"
[02:50.53] On the touchline, our dad
[02:57.01] On the touchline, our dad
[03:08.32] Now it's my turn in the stand
[03:12.13] On the side in the rain
[03:14.88] And watch my boys play the beautiful game
[03:19.37] And sometimes, sometimes
[03:21.55] I look up to the clouds and I say
[03:24.29] "Dad, I hope you're looking down
[03:27.03] 'Cause if it wasn't for you, all this might not have been"
[03:32.37] On the touchline, our dad
[03:38.76] On the touchline, our dad
[03:45.79]
[00:18.04] Rain pouring down that well-worn face
[00:23.10] With a cigarette in his mouth
[00:26.57] Part of a tiny, noisy crowd
[00:29.86] He'd watch his sons play the game he loved
[00:35.52] He would tell us lots of stories of heroes and glories
[00:41.61] And the pride of the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babes
[00:47.25] His enthusiasm was infectious
[00:50.81] He bought us football boots for Christmas
[00:53.68] Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
[00:59.72] I remember one time being three down at halftime
[01:05.16] So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide
[01:11.28] He said, "Son, we're not here to have fun"
[01:14.39] That winger's trying to welch, be a muck
[01:17.47] Tackle him hard, and leave him face down in the mud
[01:23.50] On the touchline
[01:29.53] On the touchline, our dad
[01:39.51] A sturdy man of Caledonian principles
[01:44.82] But of course, we all believed him to be invincible
[01:50.89] A father with a heart on the line
[01:53.81] But as time went by those old legs grew tired
[01:57.56] So we braced ourselves for the inevitable
[02:03.45] One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew
[02:08.46] My two brothers and I took him to his grave
[02:14.86] As a lone piper played that beautiful Amazing Grace
[02:20.68] Our touchline dad had died
[02:27.02] Now the funeral wasn't sad, but a humorous affair
[02:32.62] Our dear old mom, God bless her, suffered memory loss
[02:38.74] She said to my sister, "Where on Earth is your father"
[02:43.98] Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's at the front there in that box"
[02:50.53] On the touchline, our dad
[02:57.01] On the touchline, our dad
[03:08.32] Now it's my turn in the stand
[03:12.13] On the side in the rain
[03:14.88] And watch my boys play the beautiful game
[03:19.37] And sometimes, sometimes
[03:21.55] I look up to the clouds and I say
[03:24.29] "Dad, I hope you're looking down
[03:27.03] 'Cause if it wasn't for you, all this might not have been"
[03:32.37] On the touchline, our dad
[03:38.76] On the touchline, our dad
[03:45.79]