Lyrics

T-BALL STAR

Gator stance, dirty pants and all,
Gloves to big, his hats to small,
Practiced hard all week, time to bring it home,
He's only six, says wait and see,
The whole wide world's, gonna hear about me,
When I get big, and I get strong.

As he takes the field, his mind begins to roam.

To the bottom of the ninth, he can hear the crowd,
Bases are loaded, it's his turn now,
He can bring them home, with a home run smack,
Dreams of Cooperstown, plaques on the wall,
Every known record, he'll hold them all,
Sometimes the biggest dreams, start out so small,
Even for a future superstar,
Playing T-ball.

Coach just yelled, it's his turn at bat,
Finds his glove, changes out his hat,
Wave to Mom and Dad, sparkle in his eye,
He plants his feet, waits for the sign,
Eyes on the ball, its his time to shine,
He lines it up, and lets it fly.

As he rounds home plate, his dreams are so alive.

It's the bottom of the ninth, he can hear the crowd,
Bases were loaded, they're empty now,
He just brought them home, with a home run smack,
Dreams of Cooperstown, plaque's on the wall,
Every known record, he now holds them all,
Sometimes the biggest dreams start out so small,
Even for a future superstar,
Playing T-ball.



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