Corey Smith – The Baseball Song (Guitar)

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The first thing I remember is the game that I love

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A man on the diamond, with a golden glove

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Daddy with me in the cheap seats above

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Saying, "Boy keep your eye on the ball"

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The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar

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We were up on our feet for the tie breaking score

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I said, "daddy I know what you brought me here for"

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He said, "good I hoped you hear the call"

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Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle

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Don't stand there, and let it go by

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Swing hard and aim for the stands

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My field of dreams was covered in stone

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An old, gravel parking lot next to our home

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Dad on the mound until daylight was gone

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Saying, "boy keep your eye on the ball"

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Cause it's 'Hey batter hey batter, swing batter, swing'

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The world is an infield, always chattering

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If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing

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And you'll walk away cussing them all

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Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle

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Don't stand there, and let it go by

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Swing hard and aim for the stands

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And thank God for your fans

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Thank God for your fans

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Thank God for your fans

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Thank God for your fans

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Dad through a party when I got the call

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All the years on the farm team finally paid off

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Now I'm in the big leagues aiming for the fall

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Every summer is a long playoff run

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As I walk to the plate, I look in the stands

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I see myself and I see my old man

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I hear all of my family and all of my friends cheering

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"Boy keep your eye on the ball"

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It's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle

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I'm gonna mail one to the grandstands

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Good glory, this ones for the fans

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For the fans

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Thank God for the fans

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Thank God for the fans

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And my old man

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My old man