| 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, 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 |
| 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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| And my old man
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| My old man |