Chanticleer Baseball Nights

[Verse] Down in Coastal Carolina where the pines kiss the sky, Boys with dirt in their veins and that coastal fire in their eyes, Swingin’ bats under big lights, hear the crack loud and clear, Those Chanticleer boys are takin' us somewhere this year. [Verse 2] From Murrells Inlet to Conway, folks are buzzin’ tonight, Got that small-town pride that burns blue and white, Leather gloves and red dirt, spit and polish them shoes, With dreams in their pockets, got nothin’ to lose. [Chorus] Oh, the Chanticleers are singin’, playin’ ball till dawn, With every pitch and every swing, the Coastal spirit's strong, We'll cheer 'em on through the night, under those Carolina stars, In the heart of the Lowcountry, the Chanticleer boys are ours. [Verse 3] The old men in the bleachers, talkin’ ‘bout the legends they’ve known, From dugouts to diamonds, where the best seeds are sown, Young kids in the outfield, catching dreams like flies, Hometown heroes in the making, under those southern skies. [Bridge] When the final out's been called and the dust settles down, These Coastal boys wear victory like a well-earned crown, Their hearts on their sleeves, their pride on their backs, Watch out Omaha, the Chanticleers are on track. [Chorus] Oh, the Chanticleers are singin’, playin’ ball till dawn, With every pitch and every swing, the Coastal spirit's strong, We'll cheer 'em on through the night, under those Carolina stars, In the heart of the Lowcountry, the Chanticleer boys are ours.