Ball game organ sound play on guitar ------------------------- | ------------------------- | ------------------------- | ------2-5-2-5------------ | ----3-------------------- | --3---------------------- | Guitar riff with intro chords 2x C F Am G ---------------------------------------- | --5-5--3-------5-5-3-------5-5-3----2--- | ---------5--2--------5--2--------5------ | ---------------------------------------- | ---------------------------------------- | ---------------------------------------- | C F C F C F C This town ain't big This town ain't small It's a little of both they say F G Our ball club may be minor-league But at least it's triple A C F C F C F Am We sit be-low the Marlboro man Above the right-field wall Am F G We do the wave all by ourselves "Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that call!" CHORUS ( G ) C F C F C We like our beer as flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and re-lish G C F F C F C We've got a great pitcher, what's his name Well, we can't even spell it G C F Am We don't worry about the pennants much We just like to see the boys hit it deep Am F G C F Am G C F Am G There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats C F C F C F C The game was close We call it a win Go off to toast the boys again F G That local band is back in town They've got a kind of minor-league sound C F C C F Am They're not that bad They're not that good But all in all, it's under-stood Am F G 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 C F C F C F C Now the majors call up old what's his name And one more building rises tall F G And suddenly we're all grown up And this old town's not quite so small C F C F C F Am But I'll always miss the middle-size towns In the middle of the middle West Am F G 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"
