Hard Call To Make

The umA)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 BeBm)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 EveryBm)body A makes misG)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 everyG)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