Baseball
The
thrill of opening day
We're
finally on our way
On
the field of dreams
As
the crowd screams
Hanging
on every pitch
I
got the playoff itch
I
can recall
Every
strike and ball
Sometimes
I wish I could fire
The
umpire
Baseball
is a fair game
Twenty
seven outs
To
each the same
Some
we’ll win
And
some we’ll lose
Just
come October
I
want good news
Golden
gloves
And
everybody loves
A
homerun
When
it’s over
It
seems like it just begun
Through
winter’s snow
Don’t
you know
I
vividly recall
All
Baseball
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