MARK BUMGARNER

Lyrics

By The Fifth Swing In

By the fifth swing in
And I knew I was somewhere I shouldn't have been
It was sink or swim
Just of those things, it was me or him
No one tried to stop it
And I heard no count of ten
By the fifth swing in

By the fifth swing in
Chopping wood seemed like a mortal sin
Way back when
I was too young to know better then
But life kept landing punches
And I learned to take it on the chin
By the fifth swing in

I can see my number nine cloud sailing away
Will it ever turn back my way

Verse
By the fifth swing in
I knew my chances were mighty thin
Here I go again
There's always trouble waiting round the bend
I'll tell you when it hits me
I'm in a fight that I can't win
By the fifth swing in

Mark Bumgarner
Tim Stafford
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