[Verse 1]
Sun’s hangin’ low on a Friday
Dust on the fence, chalk on the line
He’s out there jumpin’ like it’s game seven
In a too-big cap that keeps hittin’ his eyes
Spins that bat like a helicopter
Checks the dugout just to find my face
I give a thumbs up, he puffs his chest up
Like he just won the whole damn race
[Chorus]
Little dirt and big dreams
Grass stains on his jeans
He’s laughin’, shoutin’, livin’ like
He’s on the hometown team
I’m sittin’ in this folding chair
But I’m somewhere down the seam
Watching my whole world
In a little boy’s swing
Yeah, little dirt and big dreams
[Verse 2]
He waves at me when he misses
Shrugs it off, then grins again
Coach yells, “Run!” and he forgets his helmet
Halfway there, remembers, runs back in
Moms are talkin’ ‘bout school nights
Dads all argue ‘bout the strike zone line
But I’m just takin’ mental pictures
Clicking through ‘em in my mind
[Chorus]
Little dirt and big dreams
Grass stains on his jeans
He’s laughin’, shoutin’, livin’ like
He’s on the hometown team
I’m sittin’ in this folding chair
But I’m somewhere down the seam
Watching my whole world
In a little boy’s swing
Yeah, little dirt and big dreams
[Bridge]
One day he’ll toss me the keys
Say, “Dad, I’m drivin’ into town”
Maybe trade this diamond for another
Chasin’ lights and bigger crowds
But I’ll still hear his cleats on gravel
See that number on his back
Every time he calls to say, “What’s up?”
I’ll be right here, hearin’ that
[Chorus]
Little dirt and big dreams
Grass stains on his jeans
He’s laughin’, shoutin’, livin’ like
He’s on the hometown team
I’m sittin’ in this folding chair
But I’m somewhere down the seam
Watching my whole world
In a little boy’s swing
Yeah, little dirt and big dreams
My whole life in that swing
Little dirt and big dreams (oh yeah)