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This town ain t big, this town ain t small.
It s a little of both they say.
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it s triple A.
We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall.
We do the wave all by ourself.
Hey ump, a blind man could ve made that call.
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We like our beer flat as can be.
We like our dogs with mustard and relish.
We got a great pitcher what s his name.
Well we can t even spell it.
We don t worry about the playoffs much.
We just like to see the boys hit it deep.
There s nothing like the view from the cheap seats.
The game was close, we ll call it a win.
Go off to toast the boys again.
That local band is back in town.
They got a kinda minor league sound.
They re not that bad, they re not that good.
But all in all it s understood.
We wanna dance, they wanna play.
We wouldn t have it any other way.
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Now the majors called up oh what s his name.
And one more buildin rises tall.
And suddenly we re all grown up.
And this old town s not quite so small.
But I ll always miss the middle size town.
In the middle of the middle-west.
With no name pitchers and local bands,
and mustard and relish and all the rest.
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