Ball Player

Well, bein' my son's probably pretty hard
Been tough on you, no doubt
I go crazy when you go yard
Start cussin' when you strike out
We missed all them summer vacations
Chasin' all-star two dollar rings
Probably should've told you this more times
Than I told you how to fix your swing

You ain't just a ball player
You ain't just a home run ball on a shelf
You ain't just a jersey with my last name on it
Just a way to relive it myself
Hope you make it to the bigs someday (someday)
'Cause son, I know that's your prayer
But trust me, and the man upstairs
Nah, you ain't just a ball player
Love you now and I'ma love you later

Son, I'm sorry for them long rides home
When you couldn't buy a hit
Probably should've took my coach hat off
Just let you be a kid
Hell, I could care less if you catch 'em
Just love watchin' you chase your dreams
Yeah, maybe one day you'll have a little boy out there
And you'll see what I mean

You ain't just a ball player
You ain't just a home run ball on a shelf
You ain't just a jersey with my last name on it
Just a way to relive it myself
Hope you make it to the bigs someday (someday)
'Cause son, I know that's your prayer
But trust me, and the man upstairs
Nah, you ain't just a ball player
Love you now and I'ma love you later

Said yeah, we had some good times
'Tween them white chalk lines
One day you're gonna hang up your cleats
But boy, you're gonna be just fine

'Cause you ain't just a ball player
You ain't just a home run ball on a shelf
You ain't just a jersey with my last name on it
Just a way to relive it myself
Hope you make it to the bigs someday (someday)
'Cause son, I know that's your prayer
But trust me, and the man upstairs
Nah, you ain't just a ball player
Love you now and I'ma love you later
Yeah, you ain't just a ball player



Credits
Writer(s): Ross Copperman, Rhett Akins, Walker Hayes, Ben Hayslip
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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