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Intro:  C    F     Am    F  G 
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Verse: 
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This town ain't big, this town ain't small, It's a little of both they say. 
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Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A. 
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We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall. 
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We do the wave all by ourself, Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that call 

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We like our beer flat as can be, We like our dogs with mustard and relish. 
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We got a great pitcher what's his name, Well we can't even spell it. 
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We don't worry about the pennant much, We just like to see the boys hit it deep. 
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There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats. 

Intro:  C    F     Am    F  G 
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The game was close, we'll call it a win, Go off to toast the boys again. 
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That local band is back in town, They got a kinda minor league sound. 
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They're not that bad, they're not that good, But all in all it's understood. 
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We wanna dance, they wanna play, We wouldn't have it any other way. 

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Lead:  C      F      Bb    Am     Cheap Seats 
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Now the majors called up oh what's his name, And one more buildin' rises tall. 
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And suddenly we're all grown up, And this old town not quite so small. 
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But I'll always miss the middle size town, In the middle of the middle-west. 
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With no name pitchers and local bands, And mustard and relish and all the rest. 

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