Peter, Paul, and Mary - Right Field  

Originally in G, I play in D capo 3

D	G/D	D	G/D

D	D/C#	Bm	Bm7
Saturday	summers when	I was a	kid

	G	G/F#	Em	A/C#
We’d	run to the	school yard and	here’s what we	did

	G	A	G	A
We’d	pick out the	captains and we’d	choose up the	teams

	D	D/C#	Bm
It was	always a	measure of	my self esteem

	G	Em
Cause the	fastest, the strongest played	shortstop and first

	G/D	A/C#
The	last ones they picked were the	worst

C

I never needed to ask, it was sealed

	A/C#
I just	took up my place in right field

	D	D/C#	Bm	Bm7
Playing	right	field can be	lonely and	dull

G	G/F#	Em	A/C#
Little leagues	never have	lefties that	pull

	G	A	G	A
I	dream of the	day, when they	hit one my	way

D	D/C#	Bm	Bm7
They never	did, but	still I would	pray

	G	Em
That	I’d make a fantastic	catch on the run

	G/D	A/C#
And	not lose the ball in the	sun

	C
And	then I’d awake from this long reverie

	A/C#
And	pray that the ball never came out to me

Solo if appropriate

D	D/C#	Bm	D/A	G	G/F#
Em	A/C#	D	D/C#	B7	Em

D	A/C#	Bm	Bm7
Off in the	distance, the	game’s dragging	on

	G	G/F#	Em	A/C#
There’s	strikes on the	batter, some	runners are	on

	G	A	G	A
I	don’t know the	inning, I’ve for	gotten the	score

	D	D/C#	Bm
The	whole team is	yelling and I	don’t know what for

G	Em
Suddenly everyone’s	looking at me

	G/D	A/C#
My	mind has been wandering,	what could it be?

	C
They	point to the sky and I look up above

	A/C#
And the	baseball falls into my glove!