One More Season

I wrapped her little glove in electric tape
First-base line, she was five years old
Cleats too big and a helmet always slippin'
Dust on her knees and a heart of gold
Blink, and she's stealin' second like she owns it
Number nine, roundin' third and comin' fast
I catch every game that my long shifts let me
Prayin' I could make a summer like this last

So give me one more season
One more summer under the ball-field lights
One more "watch me, Daddy" from the batter's box
One more ride home talkin' 'bout the game all night
'Cause I know one day she'll hang up the cleats
And these are the days I'm gonna miss
So Lord, just give me one more season like this

Now she tapes her own glove up, proud as can be
Rides to the field with her friends instead
Talkin' 'bout things I don't always follow
She's growin' up on me a season ahead
But I still see that little girl in pigtails
Every time she rounds the bases home
And I ain't ready for the day she doesn't need me
Out here at this fence all alone

So give me one more season
One more summer under the ball-field lights
One more "watch me, Daddy" from the batter's box
One more ride home talkin' 'bout the game all night
'Cause I know one day she'll hang up the cleats
And these are the days I'm gonna miss
So Lord, just give me one more season like this

There's a last game comin' that I won't see comin'
A final out, a final drive back home
So I soak up the dust and the smell of the popcorn
'Cause you don't know it's the last one till it's gone

So give me one more season
One more summer under the ball-field lights
One more "watch me, Daddy" from the batter's box
One more ride home talkin' 'bout the game all night
'Cause I know one day she'll hang up the cleats
And these are the days I'm gonna miss
So Lord, just give me one more season like this