Diamond Brothers

Freshman year, I held the pine

Watching brother draw the baseline

He had the arm,

I had the doubt

Every pitch he threw,

I struck out (ahhhh)

But he said, 'Kid,

just hold your ground

Your turn is gonna come around' (yeah)

Underneath the Friday field of green

We were the best the county's ever seen

From the strikeout dirt

to the championship run

Two brothers shining in the setting sun

Senior year, the bases packed

Coach looked at me,

my hands went slack

Brother winked from second base

I saw the belief upon his face

And the pitch came in,

I swung it high Against the dark October sky (whoaa-oh)

Underneath the Friday field of green

We were the best the county's ever seen

From the strikeout dirt

to the championship run

Two brothers shining in the setting sun

Yeah, we ran those bases Just two small-town faces (hummmm)