Lyrics:

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'
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.
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!
And Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Dad threw a party when I got the call
All the years on the farm team finally paid off
Now
I'm in the big leagues playing in the fall
Game seven tied up in the knife
As I walked through the plate,
I look in the stands
I see myself and I see my old man
I hear my family and all of my friends cheering
'Boy, keep your eye on the ball'
It's a fastball, belt height
coming right down the middle
I'm gonna mail one to the grand stands
Good glory, this one's for the fans
For the fans
Thank God for the fans
Thank God for the fans
And my old man
My old man
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