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