The Baseball Song - Corey Smith

The first thing I remember is the game that I love

A man on the diamond, with a golden glove

Daddy with me in the cheap seats above

Saying, «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 hear the call»

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

Don’t stand there, and let it go by

Swing hard and aim for the stands

My field of dreams was covered in stone

An old, gravel parking lot next to our home

Dad on the mound until daylight was gone

Saying, «boy keep your eye on the ball»

Cause it’s 'Hey batter hey, 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

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

Don’t stand there, and let it go by

Swing hard and aim for the stands

And thank God for your fans

Thank God for your fans

Thank God for your fans

Thank God for your fans

Dad through a party when I got the call

All the years on the farm team finally paid off

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

Every summer is a long playoff run

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

I see myself and I see my old man

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

«Boy keep your eye on the ball»

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

I’m gonna mail one to the grandstands

Good glory, this ones for the fans

For the fans

Thank God for the fans

And my old man

My old man