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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bernie Leadon
Bernie Leadon
Acoustic Guitar
Biff Watson
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Bill Cuomo
Bill Cuomo
Keyboards
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
C. Krampf
C. Krampf
Drums
Carl Marsh
Carl Marsh
Synth Strings
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
George Marinelli
George Marinelli
Electric Guitar
Jeff Cook
Jeff Cook
Background Vocals
John Willis
John Willis
Guitar
Josh Leo
Josh Leo
Guitar
Marcus Hummon
Marcus Hummon
Harmonica
Mark Herndon
Mark Herndon
Drums
Randy Owen
Randy Owen
Lead Vocals
Sam Bush
Sam Bush
Mandolin
Teddy Gentry
Teddy Gentry
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Hummon
Marcus Hummon
Songwriter
Randy Sharp
Randy Sharp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alabama
Alabama
Producer
Larry Michael Lee
Larry Michael Lee
Producer
Josh Leo
Josh Leo
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit below the Marlboro man
Above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
[Verse 2]
We like our beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher, what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the pennant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There's nothin' like the view from the cheap seats
[Verse 3]
The game was close, we'll call it a win
Go off to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all it's understood
We wanna dance, they wanna play
We wouldn't have it any other way
[Verse 4]
We like our beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well, we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the pennant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There's nothin' like the view from the cheap seats
Cheap seats
[Verse 5]
Now the majors called up ol' what's his name
And one more buildin' rises tall
And suddenly we're all grown up
And this old town not quite so small
But I'll always miss the middle-size town
In the middle of the middle west
With no name pitchers and local bands
And mustard and relish and all the rest
[Verse 6]
We like our beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well, we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the pennant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There's nothin' like the view from the cheap seats
(Cheap seats)
[Verse 7]
And he hits
And it is goin', goin', could be
It is a home run
Oh, yeah (Cheap seats)
Written by: Marcus Hummon, Randy Sharp
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