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Backstory:

A friend posted a picture at a game and said "the hang was better than the game." I was like "alright! There's a song there!"                                                       

Lyrics:

                                                  
The Hang Was Better Than the Game

(Verse 1)
Pulled up to the tailgate just past noon,
Cooler in the back playin’ its own tune.
Sun beatin’ down on that stadium lot,
But the best part hit before the first pitch got caught.
Buddies crackin’ jokes ’bout the week we had,
Country songs rollin’ through a speaker gone bad.
Didn’t care who won or who they came to blame 
We all knew the hang was better than the game.

(Chorus)
’Cause it was friends on a Friday,
Laughin’ ’bout the old days,
Hot dogs burnin’ up while the world turned slow.
Every story gettin’ taller
With each round we’d swallow
Sometimes that’s all you need to know.
When the scoreboard lights faded, it was all the same
Yeah, the hang was better than the game 

(Verse 2)
We finally wandered in ’bout the second or third,
Crowd was screamin’ somethin’ but we barely heard.
We were too busy talkin’ ’bout life and love,
About the ones we lost and the ones we’re dreamin’ of.
Even cold seats couldn’t cool the vibe,
And the nachos were bad but the company was right.
Someone asked the score—hell, we forgot to check the frame.
’Cause honestly, the hang was better than the game.

(Bridge)
Maybe it’s the people,
Maybe it’s the moment,
Maybe it’s the kind of night
You don’t know you’re holdin’..
But long after the last call echoes your name…
It’s the memories made, not the score of the game.

Instrumental build up

(Chorus) broken down 
So here’s to friends on a Friday,
Laughin’ ’bout the old days,
Burnin’ daylight just pourin’ out our souls.
stories got wilder
And our hearts beat lighter
Sometimes that’s worth more than a final goal.
We stumbled out together, never felt no shame
’Cause the truth is
The hang was better than the game.

(Final Chorus)
’Cause it was friends on a Friday,
Laughin’ ’bout the old days,
Hot dogs burnin’ up while the world turned slow.
Every story gettin’ taller
With each round we’d swallow
Sometimes that’s all you need to know.
When the scoreboard lights faded, it was all the same
Yeah, the hang was better than the game.

the hang is always better than the game.