The Coach

[Verse 1]
Silver whistle and an old clipboard
A polo shirt and a pair of grey shorts
In that summer haze
Remember those two-a-days
Tougher than a ten pound sack of nails
He'd put on his hat and start to yell
At the top of his lungs
Front and center son

[Chorus]
What were you thinking on that play
Take a lap and when you come back
Maybe you do things my way
Let me tell you why I don't let things slide
If you can live through me
Boy, you can get through life
'Round here, what I say goes
'Cause I'm the coach

[Verse 2]
Broke his rules and I rode the bench
I was pretty good
I could run, I could catch
Told him that ain't fair
He just gave me that concrete stare
He said son, in life there's two referees
One you can and cannot see
And win or lose
Well, that's up to you

[Chorus]
What were you thinking on that play
Take a lap and when you come back
Maybe you do things my way
Let me tell you why I don't let things slide
If you can live through me
Boy, you can get through life
'Round here, what I say goes
'Cause I'm the coach

[Bridge]
I hadn't seen him in years
But it was music to my ears
When I stopped by a practice yesterday
His hair's a little grayer
He's got a new crop of players
Ah, but one thing hasn't changed

[Chorus]
What were you thinking on that play
Take a lap and when you come back
Maybe you do things my way
Let me tell you why I don't let things slide
If you can live through me
Boy, you can get through life
'Round here, what I say goes
Out here, what I say goes
'Cause I'm the coach
I'm the coach
I'm the coach