[Verse 1]
Dust on the cleats by the back door
Jayden’s glove tossed on the floor
Khloe’s headgear on the kitchen chair
Both of y’all giving me that stare
“You don’t miss a pitch, you don’t miss a meet
You shout so loud we can’t even think
Why’s every ride home another long talk?”
You kick the gravel in the parking lot
[Chorus]
You think I’m being hard on you
Pushing too far, too fast, it’s true
But I see gold where you see grass and sand
Every swing, every takedown, every late-night plan
I’m not your coach first, I’m your number one fan
Yeah, I’m your number one fan
[Verse 2]
Saturday sun beating down on the field
You sigh when I say, “Keep your eyes peeled”
“Feet apart, hands up, stay low”
You roll your eyes like, “Dad, we know”
Gym lights buzz, Khloe’s turn on the mat
I whisper, “Breathe, remember where you’re at”
You snap, “Quit talking, just let me be”
But my heart’s out there when you drop to a knee
[Chorus]
You think I’m being hard on you
Pushing too far, too fast, it’s true
But I see fire where you just feel the strain
Every bruise, every blister, every growing pain
I’m not your coach first, I’m your number one fan
Yeah, I’m your number one fan
[Bridge]
One day you’ll drive past that empty field
Walk by that old mat, wonder how it’d feel
If I hadn’t yelled from the rusted bleachers
Hadn’t believed you could beat those leaders (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
You think I’m being hard on you
Pushing too far, too fast, it’s true
But I see you when you can’t see yourself
Stronger than you know, more than medals on a shelf
I’m not your coach first, I’m your number one fan
Always your proud old man
Yeah, I’m your number one fan