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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bernie Leadon
Bernie Leadon
Acoustic Guitar
Biff Watson
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Bill Cuomo
Bill Cuomo
Keyboards
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
C. Krampf
C. Krampf
Drums
Carl Marsh
Carl Marsh
Synth Strings
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
George Marinelli
George Marinelli
Electric Guitar
Jeff Cook
Jeff Cook
Background Vocals
John Willis
John Willis
Guitar
Josh Leo
Josh Leo
Guitar
Marcus Hummon
Marcus Hummon
Harmonica
Mark Herndon
Mark Herndon
Drums
Randy Owen
Randy Owen
Lead Vocals
Sam Bush
Sam Bush
Mandolin
Teddy Gentry
Teddy Gentry
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Hummon
Marcus Hummon
Songwriter
Randy Sharp
Randy Sharp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alabama
Alabama
Producer
Larry Michael Lee
Larry Michael Lee
Producer
Josh Leo
Josh Leo
Producer

Lyrics

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've made that call We like our 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 We like our 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 Cheap seats Now the majors called up ol' what's his name And one more buildin' rises tall 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 We like our 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 Cheap seats
Writer(s): Marcus Hummon, Randy L. Sharp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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