Lyrics Baseball on the Moon - Erik Dylan, Luke Combs

Baseball on the Moon

You say you wanna throw a knuckle ball for the Cubs when you grow up
Well it’s gonna take a heart like a lion, skin as thick as that rawhide glove
You say you wanna be an astronaut drinkin' chocolate milk on the moon
Well here’s to the dreamers like you
'Cause they’re gonna cut you down, tell you your best ain’t good enough
But your «want to, got to’s» gotta be bigger than your givin' up
And you can wave to all the critics when you’re playin' baseball on the moon
Here’s to the dreamers like you
You say you’re gonna ask her out, but you know she’s out of your league
Everybody says guys like you ain’t fit for no homecomin' queen
Boy it’s funny how you get the girl when you got nothin' to lose
Here’s to the dreamers like you
'Cause they’re gonna cut you down, tell you your best ain’t good enough
But your «want to, got to’s» gotta be bigger than your givin' up
Go on and ask that girl to dance, hell she might just kiss a fool
Here’s to the dreamers like you
You say you’re gonna pack your car full of prayers and an old guitar
Yeah they’re ll gonna tell ya that you might not get too far
But you got somethin' in your heart that you just gotta do
So here’s to the dreamers like you
'Cause they’re gonna cut you down, tell you your best ain’t good enough
But your «want to, got to’s» gotta be bigger than your givin' up
And when you get that first gold record, they’re gonna say they always knew
(I'll bet)
Here’s to the dreamers like you
Yeah I’m one of the dreamers just like you
Yeah I’m one of the dreamers just like you