Slater

Slater’s practice baseballs Sat overnight and got waterlogged And they were so much lighter the day of the game God how he Would strike them all out God how he Thought he ran the whole town Slater’s out of high school And barely old enough to learn the rules Living in shackles is hard on the mind Falling in love don’t happen all the God how he'd Always end up striking out And god how he Longed for a way out Slater’s heart is broken Slater’s mind is broken Slater grips the gun now And it’s been loaded for days God how he Found his way out And god how he Kept his momma up for months And god how he Would strike them all out