[Intro]
(C G) x2
[Strophe]
C                                                      F 
    You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
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    you believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
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    And all those older guys
    F 
    they said he was mean and cruel, but you know
F   C 
    wanted to play football for the coach
[Strophe]
C                      F 
    They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
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So I say I'm playing right-end, Wanted to play football for the coach
C          F 
   'Cause, you know some day, man you gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna
C                        F 
fall then you're gone to die
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   And the straightest dude, Ever knew was standing right for me all the time
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    So I had to play football for the coach
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  and I wanted to play football for the coach
[Pont]
(C F) x2
[Strophe]
C                       F 
When you're all alone and lonely
C                       F 
in your midnight hour
C                       F 
And you find that your soul
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it's been up for sale
C                     F 
And you begin to think 'bout
        C                        F 
all the things that you've done
C                     F 
   And you begin to hate
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just 'bout everything
[Refrain]
Am                                               F       F-G 
   But remember the princess who lived on the hill
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   Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
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   And right now she just might come shining through
G 
and the
[Refrain]
C             F   C           F 
  Glory of love, glory of love
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glory of love, just might come through
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And all your two-bit friends, have gone and ripped you off
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They're talking behind your back saying man you're never going to be no human being
C             F 
                And you start thinking again
          C                               F 
'bout all those things that you've done
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And who it was and what it was
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and all the different things you made every different scene
[Refrain]
Am                                               F       F-G 
Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
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     Something like a circus or a sewer
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       And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
G 
and the
[Outro]
C             F   C                F 
  Glory of love,    The glory of love
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  the glory of love, might see you through
       C                      F 
  yeah, but now, now Glory of love,
C              F 
  the glory of love
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the glory of love, might see you through
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   Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
C                F      
  Glory of love,    glory of love
C                    F 
  Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
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Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
C                               F 
Glory of love(give it to me now) glory of love(see you through)
C     F 
        Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
C     F 
       (I'm a Coney Island baby, now)
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I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
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And all the kids at P.S. one-ninety-two (Coney Island baby)
 
Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you