Backyard Baseball Under Wide Skies

Sun's up shining like a brand new dime. Grill smoking hot and the steaks

feel prime. Kids laughing loud like a jukebox rhyme. Red dirt diamonds

painted in the grass. One old bat but the memories last.

Backyard baseball! Under the sky so wide. Homemade rules, no place to

hide. Love's on deck, fun's the umpire's call. Swing for the

fences. It's backyard baseball! Grandpa's chair is a makeshift stand. Cooler full of

dreams and a cold can in hand. First base is a bucket.

Second's the sand. Small town magic in every slide where we fall down but still