Cheap Seats chords by Alabama

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Guitar riff with intro chords 2x
 C      F     Am    G
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C        F     C     F      C    F     C
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
C      F    C    F   C     F     Am
 We sit be-low the Marlboro man Above the right-field wall
Am         F                           G
We do the wave all by ourselves "Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that call!"

CHORUS

(G)     C         F              C     F  C
We like our beer as flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and re-lish
G              C          F       F  C  F C
We've got a great pitcher, what's his name Well, we can't even spell it
G              C          F              Am
We don't worry about the pennants much We just like to see the boys hit it deep
Am            F        G  C  F Am G C F Am G
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats


C       F    C    F   C    F        C
The game was close We call it a win Go off to toast the boys again
   F                               G
That local band is back in town They've got a kind of minor-league sound
     C    F      C     C       F        Am
They're not that bad They're not that good But all in all, it's under-stood
Am                     F            G
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



     C   F     C     F    C     F       C
Now the majors call up old what's his name And one more building rises tall
    F                              G
And suddenly we're all grown up And this old town's not quite so small
   C      F     C      F      C       F  Am
But I'll always miss the middle-size towns In the middle of the middle West
Am                      F               G
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