The Cheap Seats

Intro:  C    F     Am    F  G
        C    F     Am    G

Verse:
| C    F       | G          F    
This town ain't big, this town 
     C         F            G    
ain't small, It's a little of 
     F
both they say.
 Am    F             Am    F    
Our ball club may be minor 
       Am            F     G
league but at least it's triple A.
 C       F          G     F     
We sit below the Marlboro man, 
C        F           G      F
above the right field wall.
 Am       F        Am      F    
We do the wave all by ourself, 
        Am      F              
Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made 
      G
that call


Chorus:
G           C                F  
We like our beer flat as can be,
                       C           
 We like our dogs with mustard and 
F   C
relish.
G                      C         
We got a great pitcher what's his
            F                   C 
 name, Well we can't even spell 
   F  C
it.
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G                        C       
We don't worry about the pennant 
         F                         
much, We just like to see the boys 
       Am
hit it deep.
Am              F               
There's nothing like the view from 
G
the cheap seats.

Intro:  C    F     Am    F  G
        C    F     Am    G

Verse:
C   F        G             F   
The game was close, we'll call 
     C      F         G      F
it a win, Go off to toast the boys 
again.
Am   F        Am     F         
That local band is back in 
           Am    F             G
town, They got a kinda minor league 
sound.
       C         F            G  
They're not that bad, they're not
    F     C            F     
 that good, But all in all it's 
        G     F
understood.
Am        F        Am      F    
We wanna dance, they wanna play,
   Am       F            G
 We wouldn't have it any other way.

Chorus:
Lead:  C      F      Bb    Am     
Cheap Seats
       C      F      Bb    G     G

Verse:
 C              F            G   
Now the majors called up oh 
       F         C       F 
what's his name, And one more 
        G     F
buildin' rises tall.
  Am      F        Am       F   
And suddenly we're all grown up,
    Am        F         G
 And this old town not quite so 
small.
   C            F        G       
But I'll always miss the middle 
    F       C        F         G
size town, In the middle of the 
         F
middle-west.
  Am         F            Am 
With no name pitchers and local 
    F         Am           F      
bands, And mustard and relish and 
 G
all the rest.

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