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 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 manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
