Lonesome Kicker

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Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker
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Extra points, field goals at your 
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service
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One might think it comes with glory
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You might think different after 
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you listen to my story
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My helmet is equipped with a tiny 
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face mask
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What it possibly could protect, I
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 do not know
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The other guys on the team like to
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 make fun of my little shoulder pads
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And also like to hide the special
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 shoe I need to kick in the snow

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People think it's so easy to kick
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 a field goal from the 30 yard line
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They forget to add seven yards for 
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the snap, and 10 more 'cause the
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Goal posts are pushed way back


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In 1974, the uprights were right on 
the goal line
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But some of the players were running
 into them, and getting hurt
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So screw the kicker... Who cares 
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about the kicker?

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But I kick that ball, and I pray it 
goes straight
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If it does the coach says "Good 
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job, number 8"
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He doesn't even know my name is 
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Andre Grisumcovitchlavinski, Jr.
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But that's the life I live... The 
Lonesome Kicker


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Kickoffs can be so very scary
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Especially, if the returner 
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breaks on through
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And I'm the only guy on the 
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playing field left to tackle him
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I don't want to get hurt, so I 
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pretend to tie my shoe

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Once again, I'm ignored by my 
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teammates and all my coaches
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"Go back where you came from!" 
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Scream 70,000 fans
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Well, I know I could win their love 
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back by catching a winning
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Touch-down
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But, unfortunately, I was born 
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with these very small hands


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And I hope that the cameras don't 
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come in too close
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Cause they might see the tears in 
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my eyes
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As I sit on this bench made of 
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cold-hearted wood
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And the splinters go deep in my 
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thighs
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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...?


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In my home country, I could have 
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been a minor league soccer player
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But I came to America seeking 
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fortune and seeking fame
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I didn't realize that if I 
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shanked one, and blew the point 
spread
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Some drunk guys would push me into
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 their hibachi after the game.

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So I go home at night, cause I never
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 get invited
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To go drinking with the other guys
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And I sit in my chair, and I soak my
 foot
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As I eat a plate of cold French 
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fries
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And my wife's out with her 
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quote-unquote friend
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And my son can't look me in the eyes
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But that's the life I live...The 
Lonesome Kicker


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Kicking for you
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They took my snow shoe
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They're going for two...   (strum)  
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