Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, you give it all your heart 'Cause that's the way you play the game Ever since the smell of fresh cut outfield grass You've always been this way From the oil upon your leather glove To the sharp crack of the bat To the faces on the trading cards And the stats upon the back [Verse 2] You give it all your heart 'Cause they come to see you swing You learn to nurse your own hurts And hope the coach doesn't suspect a thing Sure, it is a long shot But the sky seemed oh so clear We may not make it out the bush leagues, honey But that's not why we're here [Verse 3] Now ever since the first game It's been deep inside of you Was it a music only you could hear When the count was three and two? But ever since you picked up the wood You can't seem to put it down You cannot get enough of it So you roam from town to town [Verse 4] And some call it your passion And some call it your gift You know, the way you read the wind-up And the nuance of each pitch The whole thing felt like something else When we walked onto that field It was like a language you must learn to read Or a base that you must steal [Verse 5] We may not win the pennant We may not drink champagne It's not whether you win or lose But it's how you play the game The heroes are not as many And the scoreboards are not as bright But somewhere some kid gets it all When he swings that wood tonight [Verse 6] I once knew a woman She asked her son to shine her shoes She put a quarter in each one of them 'Cause she thought that was his due But he returned the money And when she asked him why that was He said, "Mom, I'm old enough to know by now You just do some things for love" [Verse 1] Well, you give it all your heart 'Cause that's the way you play the game Ever since the smell of fresh-cut outfield grass We've always been this way Sure it is a long shot But the sky seemed oh so clear We may not make it out of the bush leagues honey But that's not why we're here