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Jim Johnston

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Thanks in advance.

Jim

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In article <8f9sot$b17$1...@grandprime.binc.net>, "Jim Johnston"
<jwj...@landsend.com> wrote:

> Thanks in advance.
>
> Jim

here tis JOn

Cheap Seats

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 off, a blind man could've made that call.

Chorus
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 pennant 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.

Chorus
Cheap seats

Now the majors called up oh what's his name.
And one more buildin' rises come.
And suddenly we're all grown up.
And this old town 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.

Chorus
Cheap seats

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Ohoma

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The Cheap Seats
(Marcus Hummon/Randy Sharp BMI)
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

Hey, ump a blind man could have made that call

Chorus:
We like our beer flat as can be


We like our dogs with mustard and relish

We got a great pitcher whats-his-name
Well, we can't even spell it
We don't worry 'bout the penet 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 kind of 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

Chorus:

Well the Major's called up ole whats-his-name
And one more building rises tall


And suddenly we're all grown up

And this ole town ain't quite so small

But I'll always miss the middle size town

In the middle of the middle west
And no name pitchers
And local bands
And mustard
And relish
And all the rest

Chorus

Cheap Seats

"And he hits it and it's going, going, it could be..yeah! It's a home run!"

Cheap Seats


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