Hard Call To Make

Capo II Fret 
 
Intro 
 
The um(A)pire got (D) sick, so (A) he thought he'd (D) give it a (G) try 
So, (A) there was my (D) dad, (A) callin' them (D) balls and (G) strikes 
(A) I can still hear the crack of that bat 
(G) Never got a hold of one like that 
I was (A) roundin' 2nd, when the 3rd base coach 
(G) Took a big chance and waved me home 
I'm (D) pretty sure the (A/C#) ball touched me 
Be(Bm)fore I (A) touched the (G) plate 
But, when it's your (D) dad 
That's a (A) hard call (D) to make 
 
For the (A) most (D) part, (A) I think I (D) made him (G) proud 
But there was (A) one (D) night, (A) I know I (D) let him (G) down 
I had (A) known them boys all my life 
(G) Shoulda known better than to take that ride 
The (A) county sheriff was a friend of his 
(G) Said that's why he was bringin' me in 
He handed (D) me the phone, said (A/C#) "Sorry son 
Every(Bm)body (A) makes mis(G)takes" 
But when it's your (D) dad 
That's a (A) hard call (D) to make 
 
(G) It's not as easy as wrong or right 
(D) It ain't always black and white 
(F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A) 
 
(A) He had a (D) plan for (A) just about (D) every(G)thing 
(A) He made it (D) known that (A) if this day (D) ever (G) came 
(A) That he had lived a good long life 
And (G) he had always fought a good fight 
So (A) when the doctor said, "it's up to you" 
(G) I knew what I had to do 
They handed (D) me the form, I (A/C#) picked up the pen 
My (Bm) hand began to (G) shake 
Cause when it's your (D) dad 
That's a (A) hard call to make 
  
(G) It's not as easy as wrong or right 
(D) It ain't always black and white 
(F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A) 
 
 
 
I'm pretty sure this is accurate 
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Christopher R. 
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