Cheap Seats

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