Chamblee High Football & Korean Baseball

Lyrics

[Intro]
This metal bench is cold.
Even in September.
Got my spot.
Same one every week.

[Verse 1]
Friday night.
The lights buzz over Chamblee High.
Bulldogs on the fifty-yard line.
You can smell the popcorn and the cut grass.
Hear the pads crack from here.
Same sound since, what, 1918?
Just the names on the jerseys change.
The whole town squeezed into these stands.

[Chorus]
From the top row of the bleachers,
You can see it all.
Football under the big lights.
Baseball on a Saturday.
A different game on the same red clay.
Same sky over every inning, every down.
Just find your seat and watch 'em play.

[Verse 2]
Come Saturday, the light's different.
Sharp and clean.
Down at Keswick Park.
Same metal bench, different field.
The Korean league is on diamond three.
Banners in Hangul snapping by the dugout fence.
The chatter isn't English, but the signal from the third-base coach is universal.
That crack of the bat...
That's the same in any language.

[Verse 3]
And look past the outfield.
Past the chain-link, in that big open stretch of green.
White uniforms. A different kind of pitch.
Guys are playing cricket.
Underarm bowl, the flat-faced bat.
They just... show up and play.
Right next to the baseball game.

[Chorus]
From the top row of the bleachers,
You can see it all.
Football under the big lights.
Baseball on a Saturday.
A different game on the same red clay.
Same sky over every inning, every down.
Just find your seat and watch 'em play.

[Bridge]
The linebacker from last night,
he’s over there buying a hot dog, watching the baseball.
The shortstop’s dad is watching the cricket match between innings.
It’s all Keswick Park. It’s all Chamblee.
One patch of dirt.
A hundred ways to run the bases.
A thousand ways to cheer for home.

[Outro]
Yeah.
This metal bench.
Best seat in the house.