Ball game organ sound play on guitar 
ocultar tablatura
 
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Guitar riff with intro chords 2x 
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This town ain't big  This town ain't small It's a little of both they say 
     F                                                     G 
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!"  
 
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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  
 
Go to chorus, "Cheap Seats"  "He hits it it's going going going yeah-eah  It's a home run" "Cheap Seats"