3rd BASE, STADIUM (From the Ry Cooder album, Chavez Ravine [2005]. by Bla Pahinui)
Mister, youre a baseball man, as can plainly see. The straightest game in this great land. Take a little tip me. I work here nights, parking cars, underneath the and stars. The same that we all knew back in 1952. And if you want to know where a local boy like me is from: 3rd base, Stadium.
2nd base, right over there. I see grandma in her chair. Watching linens flapping in the breeze, and all the choosing up their teams. Hand hand on that Louisville. Crowning the top, king of the hill. Mound to home, sixty feet. Baseball been good to me. And if you want to know where a local boy me is coming from: 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium.
Back around the 76 ball, Johnny had his shoeshine stall. In the of the 1st base line, got my first kiss, Florencia was kind. Now, if the dozer hadnt taken my yard, youd see the tree our initials carved. So moments in my memory. Sure was fun, cause the game was free. It was free.
Hey mister, you seem anxious to go. Youll that seat, in the 7th row Behind home plate, where we to meet. When we were young, we had dreams. Just a you dont know, up a road you cant go. Just a thought, laid to in my mind, just a time. If you care to know where Im gonna go when I hit my last 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium. Hey, Mister, you are a man. Yes, Im a man myself. Yes, Im a man, too. Baseball been good to me. Yes, baseball been good to me.