F           Dm Am
It's just a dream
C           G A#
It's just a dream
F           Dm Am
It's just a dream
C           G A#
It's just a dream


F           Dm Am
It's just a dream
C           G A#
It's just a dream
F           Dm Am
It's just a dream
C           G A#
It's just a dream

Dm


[Verse]
Am
Down on the courts in Bed Stuy, a legend rose from the streets
       G                                        Am
Just a poor kid with no use for what the others called gravity
Am
People came from all around to see young Connie Hawkins do his thing
         G
When the hawk went up against the best at Rucker Park, oh how the choir would sing

D
High flying kid, do you know what you just did?

F                                       Dm                      Am
And it's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, what do you know
    C                                         G
Hey pa, I think I'm gonna make it, I'm going away on a one way ticket
F                                       Dm                     Am
And it's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, steady you go
      C                                         G
Round here those are always sinking, folks will say, Connie, what were you thinking

Dm

Am
He lead the team in High School, he never lost once two years in a row
      G                       Am
Got a scholarship to Iowa and knew that he had to go
Am
He sent a letter home, to his papa, said, papa, I'm going to the NBA
                G                                                   Am
But then out of nowhere his name got dropped into a scandal, always someone got to pay

D
High flying kid, do you know what you just did?


F                                       Dm                      Am
It's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, what do you know
    C                                         G
Hey pa, I think I'm gonna make it, I'm going away on a one way ticket
F                                       Dm                     Am
And it's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, steady you go
      C                                         G
Round here those are always sinking, folks will say, Connie, what were you thinking

Dm

     F                          Am                        Dm                         G
So I got to, got to, got to get going now, pap, there's a detective here from the DA
         A#                          F               C
And he's telling me they'll lock me away, if I don't say what he wants me to say

      A#                                    F              Gm        Dm
So to all the kids on the back home lots, I swear it isn't like they say
    Gm                                             A#                   C
The investigators pushed me around, and then I was blackballed by the NBA

     F          Cm                A#                            F                  Dm
That playground legend, who could dunk when he was eleven, with super natural abilities
F            Dm            C
Long before MJ, before the Doctor
        F            C      A#                           F                        Dm
And his Dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in, he never got his day in the sun
        F              Dm                  C                          F
And now here lies High Flying Hawkins, the greatest player that never was

C

      A#                                    C              G          Dm
So to all the kids on the back home lots, I swear it isn't like they say
      Am                                      A#                   C
The investigators pushed me around, and I was blackballed by the NBA
    F           Am      Dm             C             A#            C          F
His dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in, he never got his day in the sun
        F         Cm   Dm     C            A#              C          F
And now here lies High Flying Hawkins, the greatest player there ever was