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this town ain’t big this town ain’t small it’s a little of both they say
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our ball club may be minor - league but at least it’s triple A
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we sit be - low the marlboro man above the right - field wall
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we do the wave all by ourselves "hey ump , a blind man coulda made that call!"
chorus
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we like our beer as flat as can be we like our dogs with mustard and re - lish
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we’ve got a great pitcher , what’s his name well , we can’t even spell it
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we don’t worry about the pennants much we just like to see the boys hit it deep
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there’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats
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the game was close we call it a win go off to toast the boys again
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that local band is back in town they’ve got a kind of minor - league sound
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they’re not that bad they’re not that good but all in all , it’s under - stood
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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
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now the majors call up old what’s his name and one more building rises tall
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and suddenly we’re all grown up and this old town’s not quite so small
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but i’ll always miss the middle - size towns in the middle of the middle west
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with no name pitchers and local bands and mustard and relish and all the rest
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