Fresh-cut green grass, ice-cold drinks right over here
Find your seat, as the city embraces the home town cheers
Gathered for America’s favorite past time,
Proud and true, fans stand to salute the red, white, and blue

The pitcher finishes his last warmups, the time is finally here
All that is left is one last conversation in the catcher’s ear
The lights shine brightly into the summer’s night, reveal a called third strike that appeared to be high and tight

Two men on, the bottom of the 4th, excitement builds
A squeeze bunt is laid down, barely hitting the edge of the infield
As the baserunner races to home plate, the umpire readies for the close play
These are the memories father and son have been waiting for all day

Fatigue starts to set in, the bullpens stirring with fresh arms
It’s a shot to the gap in left-center, with a sliding catch it causes no harm
It’s time for the seventh inning stretch, and the song we know and love
The words of Take Me out to the Ballgame fit like an old leather glove

Bottom of the ninth, two men on, two outs,
Will it be the sinker or the curve, the runner at third is restless no doubt
The crack of the bat, all eyes focused to deep right field
As it sails over the wall, the hometown team victory pile starts to build

Hard work, determination, years of highs and lows
What a dream come true for the kid who finally made it to The Show
As we get in our cars, travel back home, and tip our caps
We are thankful for the game that gathers friends and family from all over the map

Baseball – it’s America’s favorite pastime that gives us thrills and maybe even a few chills
For about 150 years now we love the way it has made us feel
It won’t right life’s wrongs but can silence them for 9 innings long
As we hear the words, “It’s going, going, it’s gone.”