Right Field
Words & Music:
Peter Paul & Mary
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Saturday summers when I was a
kid,
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We'd run to the schoolyard and
here's what we did,
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We'd pick out the captains and
we'd choose up the teams,
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It was always a measure of my
self-esteem.
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ÔCause the fastest, the
strongest played shortstop and first,
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The last ones they picked were
the worst.
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I never needed to ask, it was
sealed,
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I just took up my place in
right field.
CHORUS:
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Playing right field, it's
easy, you know,
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You can be awkward, you can be
slow,
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That's why I'm here in right
field,
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Just watching the dandelions
grow.
Playing right field can be
lonely & dull; little leagues never have lefties that pull,
I dream of the day, when they
hit one my way. They never did,
but still I would pray,
That I'd make a fantastic
catch on the run, and not lose the ball in the sun.
And then I'd awake from this
long reverie,
And pray that the ball never
came out to me, here in...
CHORUS:
Off in the distance, the
game's dragging on.
There's strikes on the batter,
some runners are on,
I don't know the inning, I've
forgotten the score.
The whole team is yelling and
I don't know what for,
Suddenly everyone's looking at
me. My mind has been wandering,
what could it be?
They point to the sky and I
look up above, and the baseball falls into my glove!
FINAL CHORUS:
Here in right field. It's important, you know!
You gotta know how to catch! You gotta know how to throw!
That's why I'm here in right
field,
Just watching the dandelions
grow.