The first thing I remembers the game that I love.
A man on the diamond with a golden glove,
daddy with me in the cheap seats above sayin 'boy keep your eye on the ball'.
The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar,
we were up on our feet for the tie-breaking score.
I said 'daddy I know what you brought me here for' he said 'good I hoped you'd hear the call'
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Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle. Don't stand there and let it go bye
swing hard and aim for the stands!
My field of dreams was covered in stone,
an old gravel Parkin' lot next to our home.
Dad on the mound until the daylight was gone,
sayin 'boy keep your eye on the ball' cause it's "hey batter, hey batter, swing batter, swing" the world is an infield always chattering.
If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing,
and you'll walk away cussing them all.
chorus)
Life's a fastball, belt high,
coming right down the middle.
Don't stand there and let it go bye,
swing hard and aim for the stands!