Garrett Bryan and the Traveling City Committee - Slater Lyrics

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

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