Hard Call to Make

Umpire got sick so he said he'd give it a try There was my Dad callin' them balls and strikes I can still here the crack of that bat I'd never got hold of one like that I was roundin' second when the third base coach Took a big chance and waved me home I'm pretty sure the ball touched me Before I touched the plate But when it's your son That's a hard call to make For the most part I think I made him proud But there was one night I know I let him down I'd known them boys all of my life I should'a known better than to take that ride He said that's why he was bringin' me in He handed me that phone and said, “Sorry son” Everybody makes mistakes But when it's your Dad That's a hard call to make It's not as easy as wrong or right And it ain't always black and white Life's a thousand shades of gray He had a plan for just about everything He'd made it known that if this day ever came That he had lived a good long life And he had always fought the good fight So when the doctor said, “It's up to you” I knew what I had to do I read the form, picked up the pen As my hand began to shake But when it's your Dad That's a hard call to make It's not as easy as wrong or right And it ain't always black and white Life's a thousand shades of gray