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Second String - Wes King

Eighth grade, Away football game

There's a chill in the air, Mouthpieces and Gatorade

My girlfriend's a cheerleader, I'm infatuated with the girl

With the game

My shoulderpads are too small, My helmet's way too big

My uniform's too clean, I haven't touched the ball

She's watching me again, O God

Please make the coach put me in

I know what it feels like to be second string

I know what it feels like to just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play, and wonder why you're even on the team

I know second string

First date, I just got my driver's license

There's fog on the road, we're lost and really late

Driving Mama's car, the wrong way on an exit ramp

I know what it feels like to be second string

I know what it feels like to just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play, and wonder why you're even on the team

I know second string

Long time ago, there was a shepherd boy

He tended his sheep, he was of Jesse's line

There was a war going on, when he got drafted by the Lord

His shoulder bones were too small, his suit of armor to big

His sword was way too heavy, still he heeded the call

Armed with his faith, five stones and a sling shot

I know what it feels like to be second string

I know what it feels like to just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play, and wonder why you're even on the team

I know second string