HARD CALL TO MAKE
J. Michael Harter
Capo II Fret
Intro
The um(A)pire got (D) sick, so (A) he thought he'd (D) give it a (G) try
So, (A) there was my (D) dad, (A) callin' them (D) balls and (G) strikes
(A) I can still hear the crack of that bat
(G) Never got a hold of one like that
I was (A) roundin' 2nd, when the 3rd base coach
(G) Took a big chance and waved me home
I'm (D) pretty sure the (A/C#) ball touched me
Be(Bm)fore I (A) touched the (G) plate
But, when it's your (D) dad
That's a (A) hard call (D) to make
For the (A) most (D) part, (A) I think I (D) made him (G) proud
But there was (A) one (D) night, (A) I know I (D) let him (G) down
I had (A) known them boys all my life
(G) Shoulda known better than to take that ride
The (A) county sheriff was a friend of his
(G) Said that's why he was bringin' me in
He handed (D) me the phone, said (A/C#) "Sorry son
Every(Bm)body (A) makes mis(G)takes"
But when it's your (D) dad
That's a (A) hard call (D) to make
(G) It's not as easy as wrong or right
(D) It ain't always black and white
(F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A)
(A) He had a (D) plan for (A) just about (D) every(G)thing
(A) He made it (D) known that (A) if this day (D) ever (G) came
(A) That he had lived a good long life
And (G) he had always fought a good fight
So (A) when the doctor said, "it's up to you"
(G) I knew what I had to do
They handed (D) me the form, I (A/C#) picked up the pen
My (Bm) hand began to (G) shake
Cause when it's your (D) dad
That's a (A) hard call to make
(G) It's not as easy as wrong or right
(D) It ain't always black and white
(F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A)
I'm pretty sure this is accurate
Christopher R.
WildCard76 at msn.com
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