Cheap Seats by Alabama
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

C                F          C          F            C        F         C
This town ain't big  This town ain't small It's a little of both they say
     F                                                     G
Our ball club may be minor-league But at least it's triple A 
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  We sit be-low the Marlboro man  Above the right-field wall
Am                 F                                                     G
We do the wave all by ourselves  "Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that call!" 

Chorus

(G)          C                  F                           C         F    C   
We like our beer as flat as can be  We like our dogs with mustard and re-lish
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We've got a great pitcher, what's his name  Well, we can't even spell it
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We don't worry about the pennants much  We just like to see the boys hit it deep
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There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats 


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The game was close We call it a win Go off to toast the boys again
      F                                                              G
That local band is back in town They've got a kind of minor-league sound 
         C        F           C         C              F               Am
They're not that bad They're not that good But all in all, it's under-stood
Am                                         F                        G
We want to dance, they want to play  We wouldn't have it any other way 

Go to Chorus, lead, "cheap seats", to third Verse



          C      F          C          F        C         F             C  
Now the majors call up old what's his name And one more building rises tall
       F                                                           G
And suddenly we're all grown up And this old town's not quite so small
     C           F         C           F            C              F    Am
But I'll always miss the middle-size towns  In the middle of the middle West
Am                                           F                              G 
With no name pitchers and local bands  And mustard and relish and all the rest