(Verse 1)
She laces up her cleats in the back of her truck,
Dirt-stained glove and a little bit of luck.
Mama’s in the bleachers, Daddy’s callin’ plays,
She’s been swingin’ that bat since her T-ball days.
(Verse 2)
Hair tied back with a fire in her eyes,
Fast pitch comin’ like a Fourth of July.
Red clay dreams and a heart that won’t quit,
She’s a small-town girl with a major-league hit.
(Chorus)
On the field where the lights shine bright,
Underneath that Friday night sky,
She’s got bruises, sweat, and a whole lotta pride,
Ain’t just a game, it’s the way she rides.
Yeah, she’s rough, she’s tough, she’s workin’ hard,
Playin’ with soul and a battle-scarred heart.
This ain’t just ball, it’s where she comes alive —
On diamonds and dirt, where country girls thrive.
(Verse 3)
They say it’s just softball, but they don’t understand,
It’s late-night cages and calloused hands.
She’s slidin’ home in a cloud of dust,
That stitched-up leather’s earned her trust.
(Bridge)
From summer heat to autumn chill,
She’s grindin’ still, with that unbreakable will.
Got scars on her knees and fire in her soul,
Every game she plays, she’s chasin’ gold.
(Final Chorus)
On the field where the lights shine bright,
Underneath that Friday night sky,
She’s got bruises, sweat, and a whole lotta pride,
Ain’t just a game, it’s the way she rides.
Yeah, she’s rough, she’s tough, she’s workin’ hard,
Playin’ with soul and a battle-scarred heart.
This ain’t just ball, it’s where she comes alive —
On diamonds and dirt, where country girls thrive.