Biografia:
Corey Smith (born in Jefferson, Georgia) is a country/rock/blues singer and guitarist.
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Outras músicas:
- F**k The Po-po
- I'm Drinking Again
- If Thats Country
- Next Year
- Wishin I Was 21
- As Angels Cry
- Be The Change
- Bottle
- Broken Record
- Carolina
- Cherokee Rose
- Drinkin Again
- Every Dawg
- First Dance
- Flip
- From A Distance
- Good Life
- Happy Ever After
- I Cant Help Myself
- I Love Everyone
- If I Could Do It Again
- Im Drinking Again
- Im Not Gonna Cry
- In Love With A Memory
- In The Mood
- Keeping Up With The Joneses
- Let Me Love You On A Backroad
- Love Says It All
- Redneck In Me
- Something To Lose
- Stand Our Ground
- Technology
- The Baseball Song
- The Lord Works In A Strange Way
- Twenty
- What Happened
- Wreckage
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Capo 2
[Verse 1]
D G D
The first thing I remember is the game that I love
A G D
A man on the diamond, with a golden glove
G D A D
Daddy with me in the cheap seats above
A G D
Saying, "Boy keep your eye on the ball"
G D A D
The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar
A G D
We were up on our feet for the tie breaking score
G D A D
I said, "daddy I know what you brought me here for"
A G D
He said, "good I hoped you hear the call"
[Chorus]
G D G D A G D
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
G D G D
Don't stand there, and let it go by
A G D
Swing hard and aim for the stands
[Verse 2]
G D A D
My field of dreams was covered in stone
A G D
An old, gravel parking lot next to our home
G D A D
Dad on the mound until daylight was gone
A G D
Saying, "boy keep your eye on the ball"
G D A D
Cause it's 'Hey batter hey batter, swing batter, swing'
A G D
The world is an infield, always chattering
G D A D
If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing
A G D
And you'll walk away cussing them all
[Chorus]
G D G D A G D
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
G D G D
Don't stand there, and let it go by
A G D
Swing hard and aim for the stands
A
And thank God for your fans
D
Thank God for your fans
A
Thank God for your fans
Bm
Thank God for your fans
[Solo]
D A Bm A A
[Verse 3]
D A D
Dad through a party when I got the call
A G D
All the years on the farm team finally paid off
G D
Now I'm in the big leagues aiming for the fall
A G D
Every summer is a long playoff run
G D A D
As I walk to the plate, I look in the stands
A G D
I see myself and I see my old man
G D A D
I hear all of my family and all of my friends cheering
A G D
"Boy keep your eye on the ball"
[Chorus]
G D G D A G D
It's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
G D G D
I'm gonna mail one to the grandstands
A G D
Good glory, this ones for the fans
[Outro]
D A
For the fans
A D
Thank God for the fans
D A
Thank God for the fans
A Bm A G
And my old man
G D A
My old man
[Verse 1]
D G D
The first thing I remember is the game that I love
A G D
A man on the diamond, with a golden glove
G D A D
Daddy with me in the cheap seats above
A G D
Saying, "Boy keep your eye on the ball"
G D A D
The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar
A G D
We were up on our feet for the tie breaking score
G D A D
I said, "daddy I know what you brought me here for"
A G D
He said, "good I hoped you hear the call"
[Chorus]
G D G D A G D
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
G D G D
Don't stand there, and let it go by
A G D
Swing hard and aim for the stands
[Verse 2]
G D A D
My field of dreams was covered in stone
A G D
An old, gravel parking lot next to our home
G D A D
Dad on the mound until daylight was gone
A G D
Saying, "boy keep your eye on the ball"
G D A D
Cause it's 'Hey batter hey batter, swing batter, swing'
A G D
The world is an infield, always chattering
G D A D
If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing
A G D
And you'll walk away cussing them all
[Chorus]
G D G D A G D
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
G D G D
Don't stand there, and let it go by
A G D
Swing hard and aim for the stands
A
And thank God for your fans
D
Thank God for your fans
A
Thank God for your fans
Bm
Thank God for your fans
[Solo]
D A Bm A A
[Verse 3]
D A D
Dad through a party when I got the call
A G D
All the years on the farm team finally paid off
G D
Now I'm in the big leagues aiming for the fall
A G D
Every summer is a long playoff run
G D A D
As I walk to the plate, I look in the stands
A G D
I see myself and I see my old man
G D A D
I hear all of my family and all of my friends cheering
A G D
"Boy keep your eye on the ball"
[Chorus]
G D G D A G D
It's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
G D G D
I'm gonna mail one to the grandstands
A G D
Good glory, this ones for the fans
[Outro]
D A
For the fans
A D
Thank God for the fans
D A
Thank God for the fans
A Bm A G
And my old man
G D A
My old man
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