Bottom of the Ninth

Heads up

Game on

Cleats dirt

Lights strong (hey!)

Pine tar on the handle

Eye black like a war stripe

Knuckles on the barrel

Heartbeat on a short stride

Dust on the logo

Chatter from the first base line

Ump yells, crowd swells

Feels like the whole world’s mine

Bottom of the ninth, let it fly now

Everybody rise, get loud now (hey!)

Wave those caps, stomp that ground

We don’t back up, we stand our ground

One swing, one shot, our time

Say it with your chest, that’s our sign

Bottom of the ninth, this is our house

We don’t sit down, we don’t sit down

Signs flash from the dugout

Fastball’s got a cold grin

Slider in the shadows

But I’m locked in

Spit in the dirt, then

Dig in, feel that grip

Pitch comes, world slows

Snap of the hip, that rip

Bottom of the ninth, let it fly now

Everybody rise, get loud now (oh!)

Wave those caps, stomp that ground

We don’t back up, we stand our ground

One swing, one shot, our time

Say it with your chest, that’s our sign

Bottom of the ninth, this is our house

We don’t sit down, we don’t sit down

Clap-clap, stomp-stomp, bring the heat (hey!)

Call out the name of your team

Clap-clap, stomp-stomp, on repeat

This is more than just a dream

Bottom of the ninth, let it fly now

Everybody rise, get loud now

Wave those caps, stomp that ground

We don’t back up, we stand our ground

One swing, one shot, our time (our time!)

Say it with your chest, that’s our sign

Bottom of the ninth, this is our house

We don’t sit down, we don’t sit down