HARD CALL TO MAKE J. Michael Harter Capo II Fret Intro The um(A)pire got (D) sick, so (A) he thought he'd (D) give it a (G) try So, (A) there was my (D) dad, (A) callin' them (D) balls and (G) strikes (A) I can still hear the crack of that bat (G) Never got a hold of one like that I was (A) roundin' 2nd, when the 3rd base coach (G) Took a big chance and waved me home I'm (D) pretty sure the (A/C#) ball touched me Be(Bm)fore I (A) touched the (G) plate But, when it's your (D) dad That's a (A) hard call (D) to make For the (A) most (D) part, (A) I think I (D) made him (G) proud But there was (A) one (D) night, (A) I know I (D) let him (G) down I had (A) known them boys all my life (G) Shoulda known better than to take that ride The (A) county sheriff was a friend of his (G) Said that's why he was bringin' me in He handed (D) me the phone, said (A/C#) "Sorry son Every(Bm)body (A) makes mis(G)takes" But when it's your (D) dad That's a (A) hard call (D) to make (G) It's not as easy as wrong or right (D) It ain't always black and white (F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A) (A) He had a (D) plan for (A) just about (D) every(G)thing (A) He made it (D) known that (A) if this day (D) ever (G) came (A) That he had lived a good long life And (G) he had always fought a good fight So (A) when the doctor said, "it's up to you" (G) I knew what I had to do They handed (D) me the form, I (A/C#) picked up the pen My (Bm) hand began to (G) shake Cause when it's your (D) dad That's a (A) hard call to make (G) It's not as easy as wrong or right (D) It ain't always black and white (F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A) I'm pretty sure this is accurate Christopher R. WildCard76 at msn.com HARD CALL TO MAKE J. Michael Harter Capo II Fret Intro The um(A)pire got (D) sick, so (A) he thought he'd (D) give it a (G) try So, (A) there was my (D) dad, (A) callin' them (D) balls and (G) strikes
(A) I can still hear the crack of that bat (G) Never got a hold of one like that I was (A) roundin' 2nd, when the 3rd base coach (G) Took a big chance and waved me home I'm (D) pretty sure the (A/C#) ball touched me Be(Bm)fore I (A) touched the (G) plate But, when it's your (D) dad That's a (A) hard call (D) to make For the (A) most (D) part, (A) I think I (D) made him (G) proud But there was (A) one (D) night, (A) I know I (D) let him (G) down I had (A) known them boys all my life (G) Shoulda known better than to take that ride The (A) county sheriff was a friend of his (G) Said that's why he was bringin' me in He handed (D) me the phone, said (A/C#) "Sorry son Every(Bm)body (A) makes mis(G)takes" But when it's your (D) dad That's a (A) hard call (D) to make (G) It's not as easy as wrong or right (D) It ain't always black and white (F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A) (A) He had a (D) plan for (A) just about (D) every(G)thing (A) He made it (D) known that (A) if this day (D) ever (G) came (A) That he had lived a good long life And (G) he had always fought a good fight So (A) when the doctor said, "it's up to you" (G) I knew what I had to do They handed (D) me the form, I (A/C#) picked up the pen My (Bm) hand began to (G) shake Cause when it's your (D) dad That's a (A) hard call to make (G) It's not as easy as wrong or right (D) It ain't always black and white (F#m) Life's a thousand shades of gray (A) I'm pretty sure this is accurate Christopher R. WildCard76 at msn.com