[Verse 1] John’s got on his blue coat Frayed at the seams Ticket in his pocket Full of small-town dreams Walkin’ toward that old field Breath fog in the cold night air Talkin’ ’bout the Maple Leafs Like they’re all his kids in there [Chorus] Oh John loves those blue and white Hats off Hands up high John loves his Maple Leafs And his mama too Blue seats & silver dreams Painted in that view Tiger cat football Steel-town might Sharon and Brian by his side John loves his Leafs And his mama too Shoutin’ for a goal like it’s The very first time From the face off to the final horn He’s singin’ clear and strong Toronto in his soul (oh yeah) [Verse 2] He grew up with a football Standing in the crowd Roarin’ for those Tiger Cats In a late fall breeze Stripes on his old scarf He's ready to cheer [Chorus] [Verse 3] John got his worn blue sweater Frayed at the neck But it still feels right Logo on his chest Little coffee stain Same one he’s worn every day He hums through the anthem softly Eyes on the ice Ready for the game [Chorus] [low vocal register]Hear that crowd rollin' John, John, John Skates cuttin' lines in the ice While the band keeps time ’Cause John loves those blue and white [Chorus] [Bridge] [stadium crowd swells]Oh the horn sounds loud in his heartbeat But it’s family that keeps him warm When the boys in blue are strugglin' They ride out every storm Down in Hamilton on a Friday Yellow and black under bright fall sky He’s cheerin' Tiger cats with the same old grin Same tear in his eye John could watch football - all - night [Chorus] [Bridge] He says “I’ve got my team I’ve got my town I’ve got my people When the sun goes down” From his mama’s heart To Brian's easy grin Sharon's gentle hugs They’re the places he begins [Verse 4] Yeah John loves those blue and white Hats off Hands up high Shoutin’ for a goal like it’s The very first time But the truest thing he’s holdin’ In every worn-out song Is his family in the bleachers Cheerin’ John to carry on [Outro] So here’s to the Leafs Here’s to the Cats Here’s to the love That always calls him back In the rumble of the crowd Or the quiet kitchen light John’s old blue and white heart Keeps burnin’ warm tonight,