Right Field

Intro
G D/F#  Em   C G/B  Am   D

Verse
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Saturday summers, when I was a kid
     C                         Am             D
We'd run to the schoolyard and here's what we did
     C            D                 C             D
We'd pick out the captains and we'd choose up the teams
       G        D/F#       Em          
It was always a measure of my self esteem
            C                              Am
'Cause the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first
    Am7/G                          D9/F#
The last ones they picked were the worst
F                    
I never needed to ask, it was sealed,
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I just took up my place in right field.

Chorus
D   C/D   G     D/F#        Em        
Playing...right field, it's easy, you know.
C                      Am         
You can be awkward and you can be slow
           C           D       
That's why I'm here in right field
     C            D          G     C  G  D 
Just watching the dandelions grow   

Verse
D   C/D G     D/F#          Em         
Playing right field can be lonely and dull
C                          Am           D
Little Leagues never have lefties that pull
    C            D          C          D
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way
G          D/F#     Em            
They never did, but still I would pray
     C                    Am
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run
    Am7/G                    D9/F#
And not lose the ball in the sun
    F
And then I'd awake from this long reverie
    D                         D7
And pray that the ball never came out to me

Chorus
D   C/D G     D/F#        Em        
Here in right field, it's easy, you know.
C                      Am         
You can be awkward and you can be slow
           C           D       
That's why I'm here in right field
     C            D          G     C  G  D 
Just watching the dandelions grow

Break
G  D/F#  Em  Em/D  C    D    C D  E7  Am  D  D

Verse
G          D/F#          Em              Em/D
Off in the distance, the game's dragging on,
        C              G/B          Am          D
There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on.
  C              D            C             D
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score.
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The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for.
     C                   Am
Then suddenly everyone's looking at me
   Am7/G                    D9/F#
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
     F
They point to the sky and I look up above
        D                       D7
And the baseball falls into my glove!

Chorus
D   C/D G     D/F#        Em          
Here in right field, it's important you know.
          C                            Am          
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw,
           C           D                 C            D          G     C   G C G
That's why I'm here in right field, just watching the dandelions grow!