Текст песни Alabama - Cheap Seats
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This town ain`t big, this town ain`t smallIt`s a little of both they sayOur ball club may be minor league but at least it`s triple AWe sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wallWe do the wave all by ourselfHang ump, a blind man could`ve made that callChorus:We like beer flat as can beWe like our dogs with mustard and relishWe got a great pitcher what`s his nameWell we can`t even spell itWe don`t worry about the penant muchWe just like to see the boys hit it deepThere`s nothing like the view from the cheap seatsThe game was close, we`ll call it a winGo off to toast the boys againThat local band is back in townThey got a kinda minor league soundThey`re not that bad, they`re not that goodBut all in all it`s understoodWe wanna dance, they wanna playWe wouldn`t have it any other wayChorusCheap seatsNow the majors called up oh what`s his nameAnd one more buildin` rises tallAnd suddenly we`re all grown upAnd this old town`s not quite so smallBut I`ll always miss the middle size townIn the middle of the middle-westWith no name pitchers and local bands,And mustard and relish and all the rest.ChorusCheap seats