Cheap Seats taby ukulele według Alabama

Intro:
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1. This town ain't big, this town ain't small, it's a little of both they say
2. The game was close, we'll call it a win, go off to toast the boys again
3. Now the majors call up old what's-his-name, and one more building rises tall

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1. Our ball club may be minor league, but at least it's triple-A
2. That local band is back in town, they gotta kind of minor league sound
3. Suddenly we're all grown up, and this old town's not quite so small
 
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1. We sit below the Marlboro Man, above the right field wall
2. They're not that bad, they're not that good, but all in all it's understood
3. But I'll always miss the middle-sized towns in the middle of the middle west

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1. We do the wave all by ourselves--hey Ump, a blind man could have made that call
2. We want to dance, they want to play, we wouldn't have it any other way
3. No-name pictures, local bands, and mustard, and relish, and all the rest


Chorus:
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We like our beer flat as can be, we like our dogs with mustard and relish

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We 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 pennant much, we just like to see the boys hit it deep

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There's nothing like a view from the cheap seats


Outro:
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           Cheap Seats!