Baseball on the Moon

[Verse 1 - Erik Dylan] You say you wanna throw a knuckle ball for the Cubs when you grow up Well it's gonna take a heart like a lion, skin as thick as that rawhide glove You say you wanna be an astronaut drinkin' chocolate milk on the moon Well here's to the dreamers like you [Chorus - Erik Dylan] 'Cause they're gonna cut you down, tell you your best ain't good enough But your "want to, got to's" gotta be bigger than your givin' up And you can wave to all the critics when you're playin' baseball on the moon Here's to the dreamers like you [Verse 2 - Erik Dylan] You say you're gonna ask her out, but you know she's out of your league Everybody says guys like you ain't fit for no homecomin' queen Boy it's funny how you get the girl when you got nothin' to lose Here's to the dreamers like you [Chorus - Erik Dylan] 'Cause they're gonna cut you down, tell you your best ain't good enough But your "want to, got to's" gotta be bigger than your givin' up Go on and ask that girl to dance, hell she might just kiss a fool Here's to the dreamers like you [Verse 3 - Luke Combs] You say you're gonna pack your car full of prayers and an old guitar Yeah they're ll gonna tell ya that you might not get too far But you got somethin' in your heart that you just gotta do So here's to the dreamers like you [Chorus - Luke Combs and Erik Dylan] 'Cause they're gonna cut you down, tell you your best ain't good enough But your "want to, got to's" gotta be bigger than your givin' up And when you get that first gold record, they're gonna say they always knew (I'll bet) Here's to the dreamers like you [Outro - Erik Dylan] Yeah I'm one of the dreamers just like you Yeah I'm one of the dreamers just like you