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SaturdaGy summers when EmI was a kid, We'd ruCn to the school yard and here's what we didAm, D7 We'dC pick out the captains and we'd chD7oose up the teams, C D7 GIt was always a measure of my self esteem. Em CausCe the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first, Am the lasAmt ones they picked were the worst. D7 IF never needed to ask it was sealed DmI just took up my place in right field.D7
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PlayiGng right field, its easy you knoEmw, You cCan be awkward, you can be slow, Am7 ThCat's why I'm here in right field, D7 JusAmt watching the dandelions grow. D7 G
Playing right field can be lonely and dull, Little leagues never have lefties that pull, I dream of the day, when they hit one my way, They never did, but still I would pray, That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run, And not lose the ball in the sun. And then I'd awake from this long reverie, And pray that the ball never came out to me. Here in ... [solo break] Off in the distance, the game's dragging on, There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on, I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score. The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for, Suddenly everyone's looking at me, My mind has been wandering, what could it be? They point to the sky and I look up above, And the baseball falls into my glove! Here in right field, Its important you know, You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw, That's why I'm here in right field, Just watching the dandelions grow.