Whitwell Swing

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Red on the dugout fence Black on the bucket seat Cleats in the dust line Then we bring that heat Mo at the front, calm Eyes on the whole squad One sign, one look Now the whole field locked Whitwell in the circle Bats up, hands tight Every inning pressure We still shine bright [Pre-Chorus] Count it up Two outs, two strikes Breathe in slow Then we take flight Watch that swing Watch that fire Whitwell girls Run it higher [Chorus] Whitwell girls, go Red and black, go Whitwell girls, go We don’t back, no Mo on deck We set the tone Whitwell girls, go Bring it home [Verse 2] Fresh clay on the pants leg Mud on the white lines Every play clean Every catch on time Bench full of voices Loud when it counts One team, one fight That’s what we about Home plate pressure We don’t fold here Fast on the base paths Make the crowd roar If they want smoke We bring that storm Whitwell girls on it From the first pitch on [Pre-Chorus] Count it up Two outs, two strikes Breathe in slow Then we take flight Watch that swing Watch that fire Whitwell girls Run it higher [Chorus] Whitwell girls, go Red and black, go Whitwell girls, go We don’t back, no Mo on deck We set the tone Whitwell girls, go Bring it home [Bridge] Mo say move We move as one Cold in the shade Hot when it comes Hands in the dirt Heart in the fight Whitwell girls Own the night [Chorus] Whitwell girls, go Red and black, go Whitwell girls, go We don’t back, no Mo on deck We set the tone Whitwell girls, go Bring it home