Slater

Slater's practice baseballs
Sat overnight and got waterlogged
And they were so much lighter the day of the game

God how he
Would strike them all out
God how he
Thought he ran the whole town

Slater's out of high school
And barely old enough to learn the rules

Living in shackles is hard on the mind
Falling in love don't happen all the

God how he'd
Always end up striking out
And god how he
Longed for a way out

Slater's heart is broken
Slater's mind is broken
Slater grips the gun now
And it's been loaded for days

God how he
Found his way out
And god how he
Kept his momma up for months
And god how he
Would strike them all out



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Writer(s): Garrett Bryan
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