Rod Stewart - Touchline Chords

[intro]
B  E  B  F#  B

[verse 1]
B
 There he'd stand
      E
Every Saturday afternoon
G#m                              F#
Rain pouring down that well worn face
       B
With a cigarette in his mouth
          E
Part of a tiny noisy crowd
     B              F#                B
He’d watch his sons play the game he loved
         B
He would tell us lots of stories
   E
Of heroes and glories
        G#m
And the pride of
                             F#
the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babe
      B
His enthusiasm was infectious
             E
He bought us football boots for Christmas
    B
Our dad was a Scotsman
F#                 B
 and a plumber by trade
  B
I remember one time being
              E
three down at halftime
       G#m
So, we looked at dad
                       F#
for a plan to turn the tide
              B
Hе said, "Son we're not herе to have fun"
               E
That whinger's trying to welch me a muck
           B
Tackle him hard, and leave
    F#                B
him face down in the mud

[refrain]
       G#m B E
On the touchline
       G#m B E   C#m        F#
On the touchline, our dad

[verse 2]
B                           E
 a sturdy man of Caledonia and principles
               G#m
But of course, we all believed
                     F#
him to be invincible
  B
a father with a heart on the line
       E
But as time went by those old legs grew tired
B               F#                B
So we braced ourselves for the inevitable
B                               E
 One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew
         G#m                                F#
My two brothers and I took him to his grave
     B
As a long piper played
                E
that beautiful amazing grace
         B       F#    B
Our touchline dad had died

[verse 3]
        B
Now the funeral wasn’t sad,
      E
but a humorous affair
             G#m
Our dear old mom, God bless her
                     F#
Suffered memory loss
               B
She said to my sister,
                        E
"Where on Earth is your father?"
                  B
Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's
       F#                       B
at the front there in that box"

[refrain]
       G#m B E
On the touchline, our dad
       G#m B E   C#m        F#
On the touchline, our dad

[verse 4]
         B                       E
Now it's my turn to stand on the side in the rain
          G#m                              F#
And watch my boys play the beautiful game

And sometimes, sometimes
B
I look up to the clouds and I say
 E
"Dad I hope you're looking down"
    B                       F#
'Cause if it wasn't for you
               B
All this might not have been

[refrain]
       G#m B E
On the touchline, our dad
       G#m B E   C#m    F#
On the touchline, our dad