Ball game organ sound play on guitar
------------------------- | 
------------------------- | 
------------------------- | 
------2-5-2-5------------ | 
----3-------------------- | 
--3---------------------- | 

Guitar riff with intro chords 2x
  C5            F5          A5        G5
---------------------------------------- | 
--5-5--3-------5-5-3-------5-5-3----2--- | 
---------5--2--------5--2--------5------ | 
---------------------------------------- | 
---------------------------------------- | 
---------------------------------------- | 

C5                F5          C5          F5            C5        F5         C5
This town ain't big  This town ain't small It's a little of both they say
     F5                                                     G5
Our ball club may be minor-league But at least it's triple A 
C5            F5        C5       F5     C5         F5          A5        
  We sit be-low the Marlboro man  Above the right-field wall
A5                 F5                                                     G5
We do the wave all by ourselves  "Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that call!" 

CHORUS

( G5 )          C5                  F5                           C5         F5    C5   
We like our beer as flat as can be  We like our dogs with mustard and re-lish
G5                            C5                    F5              F5    C5   F5 C5
We've got a great pitcher, what's his name  Well, we can't even spell it
G5                           C5                    F5                           A5
We don't worry about the pennants much  We just like to see the boys hit it deep
A5                        F5               G5    C5    F5  A5 G5  C5 F5 A5 G5
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats 


C5              F5        C5        F5      C5       F5               C5 
The game was close We call it a win Go off to toast the boys again
      F5                                                              G5
That local band is back in town They've got a kind of minor-league sound 
         C5        F5           C5         C5              F5               A5
They're not that bad They're not that good But all in all, it's under-stood
A5                                         F5                        G5
We want to dance, they want to play  We wouldn't have it any other way 

Go to chorus, lead, "cheap seats", to third verse



          C5      F5          C5          F5        C5         F5             C5  
Now the majors call up old what's his name And one more building rises tall
       F5                                                           G5
And suddenly we're all grown up And this old town's not quite so small
     C5           F5         C5           F5            C5              F5    A5
But I'll always miss the middle-size towns  In the middle of the middle West
A5                                           F5                              G5 
With no name pitchers and local bands  And mustard and relish and all the rest 

Go to chorus, "Cheap Seats"  "He hits it it's going going going yeah-eah  It's 
a home run" "Cheap Seats"