Cheap Seats — текст песни (Alabama)

This town ain`t big, this town ain`t small
It`s a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it`s triple A

We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hang ump, a blind man could`ve made that call

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We like beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what`s his name
Well we can`t even spell it
We don`t worry about the penant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There`s nothing like the view from the cheap seats

The game was close, we`ll call it a win
Go off to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound

They`re not that bad, they`re not that good
But all in all it`s understood
We wanna dance, they wanna play
We wouldn`t have it any other way

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

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