Baseball on the Moon - Erik Dylan, Luke Combs

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

'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

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

'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

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

'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

Yeah I’m one of the dreamers just like you

Yeah I’m one of the dreamers just like you