You Give It All Your Heart by Bill Mallonee Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, you give it all your heart
'Cause that's the way you play the game
Ever since the smell of fresh cut outfield grass
You've always been this way
From the oil upon your leather glove
To the sharp crack of the bat
To the faces on the trading cards
And the stats upon the back
[Verse 2]
You give it all your heart
'Cause they come to see you swing
You learn to nurse your own hurts
And hope the coach doesn't suspect a thing
Sure, it is a long shot
But the sky seemed oh so clear
We may not make it out the bush leagues, honey
But that's not why we're here
[Verse 3]
Now ever since the first game
It's been deep inside of you
Was it a music only you could hear
When the count was three and two?
But ever since you picked up the wood
You can't seem to put it down
You cannot get enough of it
So you roam from town to town
[Verse 4]
And some call it your passion
And some call it your gift
You know, the way you read the wind-up
And the nuance of each pitch
The whole thing felt like something else
When we walked onto that field
It was like a language you must learn to read
Or a base that you must steal
[Verse 5]
We may not win the pennant
We may not drink champagne
It's not whether you win or lose
But it's how you play the game
The heroes are not as many
And the scoreboards are not as bright
But somewhere some kid gets it all
When he swings that wood tonight
[Verse 6]
I once knew a woman
She asked her son to shine her shoes
She put a quarter in each one of them
'Cause she thought that was his due
But he returned the money
And when she asked him why that was
He said, "Mom, I'm old enough to know by now
You just do some things for love"
[Verse 1]
Well, you give it all your heart
'Cause that's the way you play the game
Ever since the smell of fresh-cut outfield grass
We've always been this way
Sure it is a long shot
But the sky seemed oh so clear
We may not make it out of the bush leagues honey
But that's not why we're here
Yeah, you give it all your heart
'Cause that's the way you play the game
Ever since the smell of fresh cut outfield grass
You've always been this way
From the oil upon your leather glove
To the sharp crack of the bat
To the faces on the trading cards
And the stats upon the back
[Verse 2]
You give it all your heart
'Cause they come to see you swing
You learn to nurse your own hurts
And hope the coach doesn't suspect a thing
Sure, it is a long shot
But the sky seemed oh so clear
We may not make it out the bush leagues, honey
But that's not why we're here
[Verse 3]
Now ever since the first game
It's been deep inside of you
Was it a music only you could hear
When the count was three and two?
But ever since you picked up the wood
You can't seem to put it down
You cannot get enough of it
So you roam from town to town
[Verse 4]
And some call it your passion
And some call it your gift
You know, the way you read the wind-up
And the nuance of each pitch
The whole thing felt like something else
When we walked onto that field
It was like a language you must learn to read
Or a base that you must steal
[Verse 5]
We may not win the pennant
We may not drink champagne
It's not whether you win or lose
But it's how you play the game
The heroes are not as many
And the scoreboards are not as bright
But somewhere some kid gets it all
When he swings that wood tonight
[Verse 6]
I once knew a woman
She asked her son to shine her shoes
She put a quarter in each one of them
'Cause she thought that was his due
But he returned the money
And when she asked him why that was
He said, "Mom, I'm old enough to know by now
You just do some things for love"
[Verse 1]
Well, you give it all your heart
'Cause that's the way you play the game
Ever since the smell of fresh-cut outfield grass
We've always been this way
Sure it is a long shot
But the sky seemed oh so clear
We may not make it out of the bush leagues honey
But that's not why we're here