The Real Game Lyrics

There’s a millionaire at shortstop, another in left field
The designated hitter has five commercial deals
The pitcher charges twenty bucks to autograph a ball
A big guy in the skybox claims to own ‘em all

But there’s a real game, down on the corner
In a vacant lot that the kids cleaned up
With a ball and a bat and a hand-me-down glove
There’s a real game, and that’s the game I love

That stadium they’re building, the crowd’s already seen
The distances are perfect, the grass is painted green
The television cameras standing sleek and tall
Capture every replay, each million dollar fall

But there’s a real game, down on the corner
In a vacant lot that the kids cleaned up
With a ball and a bat and a hand-me-down glove
There’s a real game, and that’s the game I love

Look at that kid…. he swings like Hank did
Look at that kid…. he slides like Pete
Look at that kid…. he throws like Nolan
Look at that kid…. he looks like me

But there’s a real game, down on the corner
In a vacant lot that the kids cleaned up
With a ball and a bat and a hand-me-down glove
There’s a real game, and that’s the game I love

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