[Chorus] It's the smell of the glove The cheers from the fans Seven inning stretching Like a real American Red stitches on the leather balls The crack of the bat It don't get more American Than that... [Verse 1] I was nine years old That old glove barely fit my hand Sneaking past that fence To run bases in the sand I tossed that worn-out ball Till the stars lit up that sky I heard the cheers in my head I heard the cheers in my head My love for the game came alive [Pre-Chorus] Every thing that coach told me has faded away All that I remember is how I feel when I play [Chorus] It's the smell of the glove The cheers from the fans Seven inning stretching Like a real American Red stitches on the leather balls The crack of the bat It don't get more American Than that... [Verse 2] At sixteen, I was swingin’ For the big lights of that town Chasin’ every fastball Never backin’ down That wood bat’s crack would sing Through the summer’s haze Carved my name in dust On those glory days [Bridge] Last night, one kid’s hit Soared clean past the lights Crowd roared like my heart Back in those summer nights Small town fields hold dreams that never fade away This game’s our pulse, our pride, our U.S. of A. [Verse 3] Now my jersey’s faded thin Coachin’ kids on this dusty lot Passin’ down those big league dreams Every kid’s got a shot I roll that leather ball Show ‘em how to play See the fire in their swings On these sandlot dog days [Chorus] It's the smell of the glove The cheers from the fans Seven inning stretching Like a real American Red stitches on the leather balls The crack of the bat It don't get more American Than that... [Outro Chorus] It's the smell of the glove The cheers from the fans Seven inning stretching Like a real American Red stitches on the leather balls The crack of the bat It’s my heart, it’s my home It don’t get more American Than that...
