Key: G major
Verse 1
Am
G
Am
C
G
Bb
G
Well, Zito, I hear them talking
Got a rusted up gun
C
G
and hid in the locker room of her son.
Well, let me tell you a story
about a group of old boys
C
G
who just loved playing ball.
They called themselves the Wahoos
Playin' their baseball
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G
in any town that they found
They'd walk for miles,
Sleep under the stars,
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G
dreamin' up the next game
When they'd wake in the morning,
There come a whirlwind of ash wood
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G
in every town they booked through
They had ground balls for breakfast,
They loved victory for dinner,
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sometimes it weren't much
They answered to no man,
They had each other's backs,
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they were each other's kin
The only thing they lived for
Baseball, that's all it was,
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their God -given call
So Zito, my brother,
Fuck all those yahoos,
D
G
Em
C
Concedo, you'll be just fine
Remember the wahoos
C
D
G
Em
C
Concedo, you'll be just fine
You'll be just fine
G
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ChordsG Am C Bb D...
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