My version of a classic..
VERSE 1
C
Well you work to earn a living
F
But on weekends comes the time
C
You can do what ever turns you on
G
Get out and clear your mind
C
Me, I like football
F
And there's a lot of things around
C
But when you line 'em up together
G C
The footy wins hands down
CHORUS
C F
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
C G
Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might
C F
Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in
C G C
Fly like an angel, you're out there to win
VERSE 2
C
Now there's a lot more things to football
F
That really meets the eye
C
There are days when you could give it up
G
There are days when you could fly
C
You either love or hate it
F
Depending on the score
C
But when your team run out or they kick a goal
G C
How's the mighty roar (hooray, hooray)
CHORUS
C F
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
C G
Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might
C F
Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in
C G C
Fly like an angel, you're out there to win
C F
Up there cazaly, you're out there to win
C G
In there and at 'em, don't let 'em in
C F
Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high
C G C
Fight like the devil, the crowds on your side
C F
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
C G
Out there and at 'em, show 'em you're might
C F
Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high
C G C
Fight like the devil, the crowd's on your side
G C
The - crowd's - on - your - side...
