Lyrics ’98 Braves - Morgan Wallen

I remember sittin' at that house
Livin' room couch
Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win
Between them, big three pitchers
Andrew and chipper
It was gonna be hard to keep up with the Jones'
But as fate would have it
That Atlanta magic
Got put out by them damn Padres

I guess destiny
Ain't always meant to be
Kinda like you and me that day

We got close
But close doesn't cut it
Had a good run and end up with nothin'
But a three by five
That you hide in a drawer
We swung for the fences
And came up short

Yea, you win some and lose some
It ain't always home runs
And that's just the way life plays
If we were a team and love was a game
We'd been the '98 Braves

Had that whole town believin'
Damn girl, I even had that talk to your dad man to man
But just like that season
Girl, you and me didn't end with a ring on a hand

We got close
But close doesn't cut it
Had a good run and end up with nothin'
But a three by five
That you hide in a drawer
We swung for the fences
And came up short

Yea, you win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
And that's the way life plays
If we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves

You win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
Girl, it could've gone either way
But If we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves

If we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 braves

Aw yeah, girl, we'd have been the '98 braves
'98 braves
We'd have been the 98 braves

I remember sittin' at that house
Livin' room couch
Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win